MahaVishvam

Chapter 5

Ram's Pov:

The next morning, I set out to find Krish, determined to show him the photos of Tarak and me. As far as I knew, I took the same path as yesterday that had led me to Krish's house. But now, the path seemed to have vanished. The concrete road, once flanked by beautiful, unique trees, was now obscured. The landscape around me was transformed; mountains and trees appeared to have destroyed, blocked, or altered the path I had walked.

I stood there dazed and confused, anxiety creeping up inside me. How could a familiar path I had walked just a day ago suddenly disappear? It was as if the world had conspired against me and erased all traces of the journey I had made.

The once-clear road is now obstructed by fallen trees and rocks. The vibrant flowers and the intoxicating fragrance that had filled the air were replaced by an eerie silence and a cold, unwelcoming atmosphere. The transformation was so drastic that it felt like I had stepped into another world.

I tried to retrace my steps, hoping my memory would guide me back to safety. But with every step I took, the environment became more alien and distorted. The mountains that once stood in the distance now seemed to shift, their peaks drawing closer and casting long shadows that engulfed the path.

"Krish! Krish!" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty landscape. There was no response, only the unsettling silence that seemed to press in on me from all sides.

I continued to walk, each step feeling heavier as the familiar surroundings became increasingly unrecognizable. The trees, once a vibrant green, now looked twisted and gnarled, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. The air grew colder, and I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill that seeped into my bones.

Panic began to take hold. I couldn't understand how a path I had walked so confidently yesterday could now be so elusive. My mind raced with possibilities: Was it a dream? Had I imagined the entire encounter with Krish? But the emotions I had felt were too real and vivid to dismiss as mere fantasy.

As I ventured further, I stumbled upon a clearing. The ground was uneven and covered in dead leaves and debris. I scanned the area, hoping for any sign that might lead me back to Krish's house. But there was nothing—no footprints, no landmarks, just the same unnerving silence and distorted scenery.

I sank to my knees, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness. How could everything change so drastically overnight? It was as if an unseen force was playing with my mind, altering reality to keep me from finding Krish.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the enormity of my situation. The hope I had felt the previous night was slipping away, replaced by a growing sense of despair. But deep down, a small part of me refused to give up. I couldn't let go of the belief that Krish was real and that he was out there somewhere, waiting for me to find him.

With renewed determination, I stood up and took a deep breath. I would keep searching, no matter how long it took. Tarak's memory and the inexplicable connection I felt to Krish drove me forward. I would not let this strange, shifting world defeat me.

I began to walk again, my footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. The path might have disappeared, but my resolve was stronger than ever. I would find Krish, and in doing so, I hoped to find a way to heal the wounds left by Tarak's loss.

I was lost, not only in a physical sense but also in the depths of my mind, questioning my sanity and the nature of reality. The once familiar path was gone, replaced by a twisted and prejudiced landscape that seemed to mock my escape attempts.

Dejected, I began to approach my home, struggling with conflicting thoughts and feelings. Why does fate seem to play tricks on me? Not only was Tarak far away, but the glimmer of hope within me vanished as the path that led me back to Krish, who bore a striking resemblance to Tarak, vanished into thin air.

"Why, Tarak? Why did you leave me? And who is Krish? How can he look so much like you but not remember me?" I muttered to myself, the words echoing in the desolate surroundings. The silence was oppressive, pressing down on me like a physical weight.

My mind kept drifting back to Krish. Could it really be that he wasn't Tarak? Or was this some cruel trick of fate, a test of my resolve? The resemblance was uncanny, and the possibility that Tarak might still exist in some form was a tantalizing thread of hope. But now, that hope seemed as unreachable as the path that had vanished.

"Maybe I'm losing my mind," I whispered, the sound of my voice barely breaking the oppressive silence. "Maybe this is all just a cruel illusion, a way for my grief to torment me further."

The next day, I embarked on a relentless search to find the mysterious place that would lead me to Krish's house. Each attempt turned out to be in vain, as every path led me back to the same spot, adorned with towering trees and majestic mountains. There didn't seem to be a way to Krish's house. However, I refused to lose hope and continued my search with unwavering determination.

Minutes turned into hours, hours into days, and days into months, but the result remained the same: no sign of the mysterious place. I began to feel like a person driven by madness—a desire to meet my beloved Tarak, a longing to reach an elusive place, and a yearning to meet Krish.

My madness became my enemy, and I found myself at war with my inner self. The more I searched, the more elusive the path seemed to become. It was as if the universe was playing a cruel trick on me, dangling hope just out of reach.

To cope, I became addicted to alcohol because it offered me a brief escape where I could imagine Tarak, talk to him, and hug him. The bottle became my only solace, providing a fleeting sense of comfort in the dark void of my reality. But the harsh reality of my situation still tormented me. Each time I sobbed, the pain and confusion returned with vengeance.

Now, here I am, pouring out my story to you, a stranger I only met yesterday. I have no one else to confide in, no one to share my burden with. Tarak was my anchor, and without him, I am adrift in a sea of sorrow and despair.

I take a deep breath, my hands shaking. "I know it sounds crazy, but I can't give up. Tarak meant everything to me, and now Krish feels like my last connection to him. 

I am well aware that you consider me a troubled individual who talks about events that can only exist in the world of fiction. Am I right? But I assure you that every word I speak is the truth. I am a person who will stop at nothing to find the one she loves. And so I am asking you to help me in my search.

Help me solve the mystery of Krish House; help me find the way that will lead me to my beloved God. Together, we can overcome the obstacles in our path, and together, we can discover the truth that has eluded me for so long. I can be considered crazy—a fool chasing a dream that may never come true.

But I refuse to give up. I refuse to give up hope that one day I will find Krish House and meet him. And with your help, I believe that day may be closer than ever. So join me on this journey, and together we will uncover the secrets lurking in the shadows and finally find the answers we seek.