The Little Boy (2)

India
January 2007

To this day, I try to figure out a logical explanation of what may have happened that evening of 1992 - but I can't find one.

I was only 10 years old when this happened. At that time, we were living in a fairly large apartment complex ? in the small city of Dhaka ? the capital of Bangladesh.
A country that is approximately the size of the state of Wisconsin.

It was just time for sunset and I was happily riding my red bike around in the complex ? despite of the fact that my mom had called for me twice to come home ? and I probably should�ve gone home by then. But I was young, and a proud bike owner. None of the other kids owned a bike like I did and I had to ride it all the time ? even if it meant a few words from mom or no ice cream!

I was riding my bike along the sidewalk, with really a very few people walking by. And that�s when I saw him. As I was riding the bike, he was maybe ten feet away from me. He was a little boy, about four feet tall, very dark skinned ? fairly ordinary ? he looked like someone who probably lived on the streets ?. (if you have lived in a third world county ? you can easily distinguish between the rich, middle class and poor). I didn�t know him ? he definitely didn�t live in the complex. He was looking straight at me, with a wide smile. He had bright white teeth and was wearing a bright white shirt. He was a pretty ordinary boy ? but the whiteness of his teeth and the shirt was fairly ? not ordinary ? and to a level - abnormal.

At first I didn�t think of it as anything ? after all, he could be one of those kids ? just happy to see a bike ? I made a right turn right in front of him with a face without impression ? a lot of the kids like my bike ? big deal! He was still smiling ? absolutely no change in the way he was standing or his facial impression, as if he was a statue with very lively eyes. The following things struck me in the next fifteen to twenty seconds.
Normally, a person starts smiling when you make contact with them ? this boy didn�t do that? What is the reason for his direct eye contact ? kids of his age definitely didn�t do that unless asked to? This little boy was totally creeping me out when I realized that he was standing again in front of me ? about five feet away. I stood there, looked for him may be for 5 seconds. I considered myself not so bright but I was smart enough to understand that there was no way he could�ve ran (forget walking) that fast from his previous position to here. And most strikingly?! He was standing in the same position, smiling the exact same way ? as if someone had moved the statue from one place to another. I quickly made my U turn, peddled as fast as I could ? went around the buildings ? straight in front of our building and screamed on top of my lungs "maamoni!!" (mommy in Bengali ? my language).

We lived on the 6th floor and I had lost all my courage to go upstairs all alone ? afraid that the friendly, yet abnormal boy may be there ? with his bright white smile.

To this date ? I�ve tried to come up with many reasons ? trying to convince myself that I really didn�t see this .. or trying to find a logical explanation for this as I don�t want to believe this is supernatural. I couldn�t come up with one. How did he move that fast ??

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