'Holy sh*t'
That's the best I can describe my feelings right now.
Right now I am floating in ganga river.
You're probably wondering why I am here , instead of having a stupid internal monologue why don't I call for help or better yet swim to the shore myself if I know how to swim.
The answer to these questions is that first,yes, I know how to swim.Even after living for 128 years, I can easily win the gold medal in national swimming championship.
BUT the problem is right now instead of my old but rough and strong hands,I have tini-tiny hands of a newborn who is currently floating in a closed basket in ganga river.
Which means I am currently in the body of a newborn who is caged in a basket which is floating in the river. Simple as that.
How did things came to be like this?
Let's go back a bit in time to know as I highly doubt I can do anything in this situation. Might as well have a small flashback of my life if this is my last day yet again.
[Flashback 120 yrs back in 1950]
Today is my birthday. I turn eight today.
It was on July 31 that I was born. I know I am going back a bit too much but bear with me.
My parents were happy with my birth. I was the only child. So my parents pampered me a lot but they were also strict in teaching me.
In 1947, india got independence. So a lot of Indians were still poor at this point. But my parents were people with still enough money to send me school.
I was the top of the school.
One day while playing, I went to a strange abandoned house.
Now it may sound like one of those horror stories but believe me it's not.
Infact, it's the opposite. Inside the abandoned house had a book shelf with a lot of books.
Curiously, I took one of the book. Something was written in Sanskrit. I tried to read it but i couldn't so I kept the book and tried others. Turned out every book was written in Sanskrit. Eventually, I found a few books that help in learning Sanskrit.
After that day, I began to go there daily to learn Sanskrit and to read those books.
In less than 6 months, I had already learned it and by the time an year had passed from the day I started learning I had already mastered Sanskrit.
I had also secretly took all those books to my house.
By the time, I was 11. I had finished quite a few of those books and understood that they were actually based on the teachings of thousands of years ago.
I don't know why but I took an interest in it so I decided to learn everything from the book.
I didn't neglect my school studies either and I also made time to play with my friends.
The books taught me duties of kings,political science,shastras,Vedas,vedangas,mental and spiritual science,duties of yatis,etc. The knowledge these books have was immense. There were also ancient story books like mahabharat,Ramayana,bhagwat geeta,surya purna,etc.
It was really interesting.
I was pleasantly surprised to find books on art of war, hand to hand combat, weapon fighting,ect.
Don't know why but I wanted to learn it. But I decided to first finish all the other books before going there as learning weaponry is dangerous.
