On the way, Bella asked looking at Shravya, "What's it? You appear to be upset."
Shravya sighed, "Nah! Thinking about myself. Don't know who I am, where is my home in Natya Rajya, what I am - a graduate..."
Bella said, "I am sure that wizard scientist can help you. But mark the point, don't do anything that is against what he does and also... Everyone who went to him had not seen him, he doesn't come infront of all," Bella winked, "But those who saw him says he is very handsome."
Shravya asked, "But what if he can't help me, because my past is my past and that is what I had lost, maybe he can't help me to gather up my old memories because past cannot be rewritten nor the coming up future."
Bella smiled, "Keep hope, Shravi!"
Shravya concluded, "But hope is diminishing."
Bella asked, "So what do you want to do now?"
"Start fresh," Shravya thought, "If there is no other way."
Bella regarded, "That means you still have hope."
Shravya said, "I don't know. Whatever it is," she sighed, "I am ready to take up and face it."
Bella praised, "That's the spirit!"
Shravya took in a deep breath of the fresh air in the seasonal magic, and she kept hope. Just then, Shravya rethought, "Wizard Scientist? Why is a scientist called so?"
Bella began, "The scientist is so brainy. He is a scholar and a researcher. People say, he is good to those who are good. After the prince left, many villagers had gone to ask him help, when needed and they do said that he firstly analyses the person and then decides whether a helping hand is necessary or not. If he was ready to help, then the person is free of tensions because the scientist helps in the best way possible. He had never come out to the village, he only stays in his house in that street. All the sources that he requires are delivered infront of his door by shopkeepers. For years that house was free, but one fine evening, I guess more than six years back, the villagers learnt that a boy has began living in that house. He says he is an orphan and the villagers say he came down the sky. No one minded him for months, but then he was a helper, a teacher, a king to all who went to him. For the villagers, he reminded them of the prince. Many villagers said that it was the prince's spy. He helped good people, taught good lessons to kids and when village kids went to him, he taught them how to craft things, make new technologies and more. He even sometimes protected the village, helped the royal palace. An incident, few months back, when mad prince intruded into Natya street to threaten the queen of destroying the families in that street, the queen couldn't do anything because the king's sister was in his custody. That night mad prince was walking back to the palace through the junction and it was said that he got injured because the scientist hit him. The scientist is not much into royal issues, but he helps those who come asking for his help. He was the first one who treated a kid from the Medusa street's grass poison, it could have even affected him, but he saved himself and the child from the poison. From then the villagers called him the wizard scientist, an inventor and a discoverer who has magical powers."
Shravya smiled, "I became his fan!"
Bella blushed, "All of us are."
Shravya asked, "But! Why don't the villagers go to the queen if they need help?"
Bella answered, "Because sometimes the queen won't be there, otherwise the king's sister will ask them to tell her the problems but they wouldn't do that, or else there would be the mad prince who would stop them from reaching the queen and asks them to do things that he asks."Bella and Shravya flew with time as they were walking to the junction. At that point, there was a grocery, seeing that Bella guided, "Here we are! Two steps from this grocery and we will be on the junction."
Shravya countered, "Please don't count the steps. I am ready to take a lot of steps to reach the wizard scientist." Bella nodded as they walked further.Eventually they were stopped at the junction. Bella guided, "I am going back to my house in the Natya street. You can go straight through this road on the right. The last house at the end of the straight street is your destination. The seventh house, I guess. No! Wait!" She calculated roughly in her mind, "Its the eighth one, I do hope. Anyway it's the one storey house white-washed."
Shravya enveloped Bella in a hug as she was taking a leave from her. Shravya walked in through the streets. It was just noon, and Shravya was walking through the forbidden Medusa street. The street was withered with leaves, still the place street area was beautiful. The road was guarded with medusa grass and she carefully took the steps. The seasons were still magical and there were many different statues built on the street. There were a cottage and a tiny home on the right, painted yellow and green respectively. Shravya counted, "One, two." There was a detached family living in the cottage and a couple grandparents living in the tiny home. The grandparents were watering their flowers while in the other cottage, a woman was talking to their neighbour couples, her husband left in his cycle, when their son and daughter were grilling sausages. That family looked isolated, but the truth was that it was their parents property. Shravya wasn't noticed by the either house members, so she continued her trek.Shravya was ongoing with her numbers, "Three". On the left side appeared a pale peach farm house and from the brick chimney came out bigger clouds of smoke, from that it was clear - there was someone working inside. A researcher, maybe. She walked on further and again in the left was a colonial house with a lock on door and gates. "Four," she put on. It was an abandoned house, but from the pictures through the glasses, it was clear that there lived someone who was in the royal army. She would say from the picture hung in the welcome board, there was a soldier living in that house. Soon on the right came a cape code house, there was an artist. His house was painted with drawings all over and even outside the house was canvas boards. "Five," she do said to herself. Again on the left she could see a shadow of the houses, she had a narrow escape from the Medusa grass as she slowly moved the branch of a tree. There was a contemporary house built, she put on, "Six." But to her guesses no one lived in there. From the set up, she could identify that it was built for holiday by someone very wealthy. It was luxurious but she laughed to herself, "Who would consider this as an holiday spot?" She paused to find an answer herself, "Maybe only that wealthy person." She did then see a mediterranean-style tudor, and she counted,"Seven." That house was probably of a writer, because there were lot of books and stuffs relating to an author. She the saw a man coming out, he sat on the arm-chair, thinking. There was a pen and a book in his hand. Suddenly a baby doll like girl ran out and jumped on to his lap, calling, "Daddy! Mom is calling in for lunch."
Shravya got lost for a moment, where would have been her parents, why weren't they coming for her.She then got disturbed by a bird that flew above her head, singing. Shravya walked straight and there was a wall made up of bricks. The gate was closed but not locked. It was the end of the street and she hoped the house was inside that compound because she couldn't see a house as it was fully guarded by long-huge green-buddies, tall giant like trees. Shravya slowly opened the black gate as it made a sound. She could see a big yard, there was an interlocked walkway leading to a brown door. But on the two sides of the path was overloaded with greenery. Leaves, grass, bushes, shrubs, herbs and trees. She guessed herself, "He obtained all his food from here itself." She walked on and then she paused to take in a deep breath. She smiled and then looked forward. "Eight," she completed. She found a craftsman style one storey house. The house had handmade, well-constructed architecture. The houses were typically horizontal and sturdy build. It featured beautiful hand-worked materials, exposed beams, low-pitched gable roofs and tapered columns on the porch. In midst of the walk way was a water fountain, and on the side towards the backyard was a well. The house's surrounding was incredibly maintained. Shravya walked straight through the door steps and stood infront of the main door of the house. Shravya concluded, "And this is eight." She then rang the door bell.
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