I'm having my food right now at the dining table and not going to lie. This mom's cooking is good. And I'm actually enjoying it. As a child, I always cherished the taste of my mom's cooking. Knowing the effort and love she put into making each meal made it that much more special. Someone else cooked the food, but it was missing the extra touch of home-cooked love. This time, however, things were different. A kind lady had prepared a meal for me and it tasted amazing! To my surprise, I found myself enjoying it as much as I did with my mom's cooking. It was then that I realized that trying different cuisines can be an enjoyable experience too. As stuck here and there was no way out. I thought, why not enjoy ourselves until we find a way out of here?
So I started exploring the house. It's huge, and everything here screams aesthetic. There's a plant in every corner of the house, and home decor is top-notch. Strong wooden door and massive windows and a beautiful garden. I always wanted to learn gardening and planting trees, and this gave me a hope that I could actually fulfil it. When I opened the drawers, they filled it with a lot of clothes, they're so beautiful. But I can't wear them. Internally crying. Half of them are half sarees, and I only wore them twice in my life, as I always feel uncomfortable in them. I also have the salwar suits here, but what if I am forced to wear them? If they do, afterwards I have to make some excuses. In two months, this body will start college, and I will have to travel there by bus since her father won't buy her a car. Why is there no college near the house? In my previous life, it forced me to go to college by bus because of the financial situation. Now I'm forced to repeat the same thing. I have healed without any signs of injury.
I'm a little bit excited about college, but I'm going to watch a live romance in person. I'll take part in the campus and as I'm one of the students in it, and I'm in the same class as them, I'll get to watch how their story develops, and I just can't miss the romance. Yay, thinking about it makes me blush.
My excitement didn't last long as I remembered my parents, mom, dad. How are you? Are you eating well? How are you without me? Were you sad? Were you crying? Don't cry, okay. I'll quickly find a way to escape from this world and return to you. I won't lose hope and I won't let you lose it too.
I went to my window and started looking outside as it started to rain. It's so lovely as my surroundings are covered with beautiful trees and plants. It's a pleasant scene. I want to go out and play. I always fantasised about dancing in the rain, but it was never accomplished as my mom never agreed to it, telling me that it would make me suffer from fever and cold.
Maybe I can fulfil it now! It would bring joy to my inner child. What the hell? I'm still a child. Thinking about it makes me feel so old. When I was only 20 years old. Still a child. I should be enjoying my life at this age, but I'm stuck in this world with no way home. Now no one can stop me.
I thought and made my way to the backyard.
Sakhi, where are you going? It's raining cats and dogs. Mom asked.
Umm. I'm just going to watch the rain. Mom looked suspicious for a second, but quickly let that go.
Don't play in the rain, you'll catch a cold. I quickly nodded and went to the backyard.
I know that She'll get angry with me, but I still want to do it anyway. I slowly went as I felt the heavy droplets all over my body. It's so cold. There's no need to regret now. I started slowly moving while enjoying the rain.
It soaked my whole body in no time. But it's still worth it. I went to sit on the bench that is placed in the corner of the backyard. It's so nice.
When I'm in my own world, I notice that I'm actually crying. It's okay. Why are you crying? You don't want others to think that you're a crybaby, right?
After I felt like it was time to go, I wiped my face and arms with excess water, and returned to my room.
I took a bath, sat in my bed and started drying my hair. There was a study table in my room. They organised well it with some books, stationery and a lamp. I wish there was a PC to relieve my boredom.
There were some empty notebooks, I took a book and pen, and started writing about all the events that happened to me till now.
I want to document myself, but I don't have a camera, so all I can do is write. This notebook will hold everything. I switched on the ceiling fan and started writing everything. While I was writing, the background was filled with the sounds of pouring rain. Almost an hour passed by the time I finished writing.
Under the ceiling fan, my hair was completely dry. As a result of rain, the temperature decreased, making the air cool. As I looked out the window, I noticed that the plants and trees were glowing from the rain. They look so refreshed. I was enjoying the view when mom came and said that we had to go to the temple the next day, and told me to wake up early tomorrow.
I nodded and asked the time we had to leave. "We have to leave by 6 in the morning, if you throw a tantrum then you'll get bitter gourd for dinner,"
I was stunned when she said we would leave at 6. Are you kidding? I usually wake up at 7 in the morning and this lady tells me to leave by 6? And feed me bitter gourd? Never in my life did I taste a bitter gourd, that one time I tasted it filled my mouth with bitterness throughout the day. I don't think I can handle these people better, simply obeying them to escape trouble.
I have no idea what this body is going to study in college. Dad and mom would start doubting if I asked them. I'll only know when I go to college. Let's pray that this girl chooses neither art nor accounts, or else I'll be doomed. I know that the story took place in college. They set the entire story in the college, but they didn't mention what they're all studying.
When I went to the rooftop, I could see the railway tracks. I think that's the only way of transportation in this village. The sunrise is beautiful as it sets and the moon rises. I went to the dining table to have dinner. This situation is still strange to me, as I always have dinner with my family on the sofa or on the floor. We used to eat while watching TV. I don't know if TV was invented by now or not? Don't judge me, I'm pretty weak in history. I guess it's still under construction.
My table was so silent, as the three of us were only eating without talking or making eye contact with each other.
This environment is making me unable to eat or swallow food properly. I only ate, so I won't wake up hungry during the night. I have to be cautious due to the sheer size of this house, and I'm not sure if it is haunted or not.
After dad left the dining table, I asked mom to wake me up early, so that I can get ready without being late. She agreed and took the dishes outside. I offered to wash the dishes, but she looked at me strangely. Why would you do that? The maid will come tomorrow to wash them.
She said and went to the room.
To be continued….