It wasn't a usual spring—something felt different in the air. A cool breeze slipped through the curtain of a dimly lit room, where a 28-year-old woman lay asleep. The wind whispered her name.
Sakhi.
Her eyes opened. She looked around, feeling as if she had heard this voice before. It was unfamiliar, yet somehow, it felt like it belonged to her.
She turned toward the window. Outside, the rain drizzled gently, and the wind carried a strange comfort. A memory surfaced—a dream from the night before. The same voice, calling her name.
Sakhi… Sakhi… Sakhi…
She shook her head. It had to be a coincidence. But then, in the distance, she noticed a light flickering, almost as if it was calling her.
Curious, she got up, walked to the door, and stepped outside. The rain wrapped around her like a warm embrace. She closed her eyes, letting it wash over her.
For the first time in years, she felt free. She spread her arms and twirled, laughing softly. As she danced, the light moved closer.
A quiet voice inside her whispered.
"Touch it."
Sakhi opens her eyes and looks around—but everything is different. Her house is gone.
Panic rises in her chest. This isn't where she was before.
Then, she hears it again.
Sakhi… Sakhi…
The voice echoes around her. It feels close yet distant, familiar yet unknown.
Fear grips her. She squeezes her eyes shut, hoping this is all just a dream. She takes a deep breath, and when she opens her eyes again—
She is still there.
Sakhi hears a sound again, but this time, it's different. She feels someone approaching her. Panic floods her chest.
A tall figure stands in front of her, too close, too real. She can't bring herself to look at it.
The figure calls out her name.
Sakhi.
The voice stops her heart for a moment. Her breath catches.
Finally, she dares to look.
And when she does, she falls to the ground, unconscious.
Right in front of her was the same face she had been seeing in her dreams for years.