I have gained my consciousness but in some place unknown to me. I can say, this is not the hall of the palace. Woh! I think I am in the garden of the palace. But why am I here? Who has brought me here? I stand up in confusion to look for my husband. Suddenly, I have heard a strange voice whispering in my ear and before I can turn back, I have experienced the same smelly thing on my face and lost consciousness again.
After gaining consciousness again, I have discovered myself on my husband’s lap and there is a crowd around us. My husband is crying out loud and saying that he shouldn’t have left my hand back there in the crowd. I have told him everything that happened to me back in the hall, then in the garden, and also the warning from the kidnapper. The kidnapper told me to stop digging and go back which means whoever he is, he doesn’t want me to know about my past life. But why? What is his interest in it?
My husband is so shocked after hearing all those and now being stubborn to take me abroad with him on the next flight. But I am determined to find out about my past life now by any means. So, I am trying to calm him down. Though he is not happy about my decision of staying, I have made him agree with me somehow and we have rented a house nearby. My husband has also joined the local hospital as a neurosurgeon.
It’s been another month now we haven’t found any clue about my past life but I have a feeling that I am close to it. However, I have made a few friends here and one of them has come to invite me for her daughter’s birthday. She has requested me to attend the party which is on the day after tomorrow and I have promised her to go.
Today is the birthday party of my friend’s daughter. She has a huge house and the party she has arranged is huge too. I can see a lot of guests at the party and most of them are kids. The kids must be her daughter’s friends. While enjoying the party and the view of the house, my eyes have landed on a corner of the house and a little girl is sitting there alone. She seems sad. I have felt an attraction to that girl and stepped forward to talk to her.
The kid is too shy to talk. I have asked her name and she has said that it is Meera. I don’t know why but I am feeling a strong affection towards her. Why is this happening to me? I have held the hands of the girl and exclaimed with joy that I wish you were my kid but all of a sudden, I have felt severe pain in my head and started to see some new blur images which contain a kid. Who is that kid in my head? Am I related to that kid?
I am home now on my bed but don’t know how I have reached here. My husband is sitting beside me. I had lost consciousness at the party and my friend had to call my husband to take me home. I’m so embarrassed about this incident. I must have ruined their party. My husband is asking me the reason behind my losing consciousness at the party and I am telling him about the party and the little girl. Some questions are still haunting me. Why did I have those images in my head right after meeting the little girl at the party? Who was she? Why did I feel so connected to her? What if she is the kid from those blur images in my head?
Thank you for reading! (To be continued)
Link to Part 1 https://ishrata.wordpress.com/2022/08/29/what-else-is-in-my-past-part-1/
Link to Part 2 https://ishrata.wordpress.com/2022/08/29/what-else-is-in-my-past-part-2/
Link to Part 4 https://ishrata.wordpress.com/2022/09/05/what-else-is-in-my-past-part-4/
Link to Part 5 https://ishrata.wordpress.com/2022/09/06/what-else-is-in-my-past-part-5/