As I walked past the mango groove
Lonely path stretched to welcome me
Dry leaves crackled in faint whisper
Soft breeze ruffled my hair naughtily

Various patterns shaped around me
Some big and wide, others small and slack
An eerie feeling disturbed my solitude
“You are not alone,” echoed my mind

My every step was followed in conjunction
My every action was imitated in perfection
I pondered intently about my follower
I gazed hesitantly at the black picture

“Its your own SHADOW” piped my innate
“That’s so right!” I exclaimed sheepishly
“I fooled you,” grinned my buddy impishly
“Thank god it was only you” I retorted cheekily