Darkness of the truth

CHAPTER - 1(infinity)

It is February 16, 2018 in India. Today the weather is a little cold, unexpectedly. The sky is clean. I zip my jacket. I know after not more than a month kolkata city will be the hottest place in the world, OK,,not the hottest, but almost kind of that. I look around the street which is almost empty. This is the main characteristic of our area, nobody will there when you need them. I am totally alone in my room. No people, no noise..
           With a sigh, I feel it all coming back to me. I sat on the bed facing the window, close my eyes and began to feel it again.. In a few seconds time begins to move in reverse. Not very slow but also not very fast. It's just like a clock rotating it self in reverse direction.
        I saw myself back in age of five. My hair was short, the glasses disappeared from my eyes, and my innocences back to me.
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I belong to a Hindu bramhana family. At that time we had some rules, like restrictions in our daily life. The elders said the rules were to be accepted. People of our religion were superstitious. They believed in road crossing of cat, see three shawl birds and many more as bad sin to do something good. They had an excuse too, they used to do many kind of pujas everyday. Fortunately my family was not like those.
                  In my childhood people used radio for entertainment. Like matches, dramas shows, music etc. Children like my age (boys) used to play football or cricket in usual playgrounds and (girls) were play with dolls. Kolkata never changed but the people and their lifestyle changed a lot.
     We were five people in my family. Mom, dad, grandma, my elder brother and me. I never saw my grandpa, he died before my birth. I mean according to my birthdate.. My grandma was a very nice woman. She was not enough educated but she was talented in her own way. She knew eight kind of stitching style, booze works, and many more. She managed the entire family alone in her time. She told me many kind of stories.. My dad was a very busy man. I saw him 5-6 time in a year. He used to spent most of the time in abroad countries for business issues. . My brother was the only person in my family who was very close to me. I used to share everything with him. He understood Me the most.. At last my mom. Well, I don't know how to introduce my mom, because I don't actually know what should I say. She was the owner of some NGO I don't recall the name right now. She was very strict and angry woman. Angry that anyone can't take the way she behaved. Maybe she did not like me or something else. She did not talk to me properly. I wanted to know why, but my dad said I should not know that.. Anyway. I loved them all.. 
          I was afraid to talk to someone. Everyone of my class made fun of me. I did not like to go to school. I could not do simple things everyone of my age could do easily. My brother guided me always. I was very silly too. I had a phobia of darkness which is called Nyctophobia.
My mom..  She did not like to talk to me. Again I don't know why.
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In 2005, Newalipur, Kolkata. It was the