[opens up search browser]
search: am i dying?
signs of death: 11 symptoms and what to expect..
I doubt this'd help.
search: can you go back in time?
So far, what we can say with confidence is that travelling into the future is achievable, but travelling into the past is either wildly difficult or absolutely impossible. Let's start with Albert Einstein's theories of relativity, which set....
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After an hour through search engines and a couple another into novels- saying that mukti is annoyed would be a mild description.
She still didn't know what was happening around her. But she knew one thing for sure, it could either be a dream or according to all the novels she picked up online: a regression.
Though She hoped it was neither. Dejected, she looked at the digital clock by her bedside.
9 PM. April 2007 it says.
she had been cooped up in her room, all by herself, since the meeting had adjourned.
Her father had called her in around 3:00, and the meeting was to resume at 4:30, but She didn't show up at either.
Why?
Because no one in their right mind would want to assist her devil of a father, right after being shot in the head AND a one-on-one meeting with death.
(which she only had herself to blame for)
There was also the betrayal of that smurf, but let's not go there for now. Whatever it is that she is in, it doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon. So she might as well try to figure a way to survive, that is, if her brain is not making it all up while lying somewhere on a hospital bed, or worse, death bed.
Smriti brought a few dishes from the buffet down, and she had to choke down a few before she could have her room to herself again. Her father had called to check upon her soon after the meeting. She was able to make an excuse about some allergy and was luckily spared from the dinner party and the follow up schedule for tomorrow. She scarcely showed up for the rest of the conference as well. Her meals would be sent to her room by smriti, who strictly monitored diet so as to not trigger this "allergy" of hers again.
Amid all kinds of thoughts she didn't realise when the conference came to an end and the time came to return home.
Her father was waiting beside the lobby when she came down with her luggage. Due to her allergy incident there had been a slight change in his behaviour, and she had had time to think about her situation and reorganise her thoughts. She even considered that samarth and all the other events might have been a dream to begin with and that maybe whatever she was experiencing now might be the actual reality. Though that didn't explain the vivid memory of hers of all those years were she to believe this theory. Either way, a bigger problem awaited her.
"Mukti, where are you lost to?"
Oh. "Oh, no, nowhere." She smiled trying to mimic her younger self.
"Here, meet Ms Singh. She was a major investor in sikar project."
"Mukti Singhaniya," She said, extending her hand for a handshake. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise, Miss Singhaniya."
"I'd prefer Mukti."
"Sure, Miss Mukti. What project are you currently handling?"
My mental health- "I recently joined under Mr Singhaniya, so we're still discussing that at the moment."
"I see. Many of us liked how you handled the stakeholders back then. It's a pity though, that we couldn't see more of it."
"It's all thanks to our team's extensive research," -and my maybe-past-life memory.
"Mukti, Ms Singh, I'm sorry but Something urgent came up, so we'll have to leave right away," Her father interrupted.
"I understand, Mr Singhaniya," said Ms Singh. "and I'd see you later I guess," Ms singh said and she tried to give her a professional smile.
Phew! It's been so long that i almost forgot how tiring this can be.
Who was she though? I don't think i've worked with her before, but again, I didn't get to work on many projects anyway.
It'd take a while to reach the airport so she decided to browse her phone for a while.
contacts:
Mom
Dad
Smriti...
Hm, I really don't have any of those contacts from before. Neither the nurse that used to come by daily nor any of the staff from their residence or the outhouse and not even........Samarth.
I wonder what he's doing.
..Rohan
Her former assistant,
..Kishan
Her driver back home,
..Trisha
Her bestfriend-
She straightened up.
Should i call her?
It's been so long since they last talked, would she even pick?
It hasn't been that long in here this time right. maybe i can...
"Eep! I didn't mean to actually call her!" stupid! stupid phone!
"So you finally call me now, traitor!" she bellowed through the phone.
"I can explai-"
"what will you explain, huh? about how you ditched your bestfriend, right before an international trip, to accompany your dear daddy to that stupid conference? maybe you should look for a new bestfriend. I've had enough miss mukti, i want a divorce now."
She could hear her angry pout through all the way. Trisha has been like that- bubbly and cheerful- well that is until she isn't mad at someone, which unfortunately happens to be her this time around.
"o-okay, but how about a pizza before that!"
"no."
"pasta?"
"no"
"momos?"
"n-" a pause. "i want them fried."
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