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Rini woke up to see Aryan bending over her with a concerned look on his face. She was on an unfamiliar rope hammock in a small mud hut. An old lady held out a glass of water. She struggled up manfully and tried to fight the intense sense of deja vu overpowering her. It could not be happening. The tree, the village behind it, the muddy mountain, she had never seen pictures of Anjeer village. It was such a remote hamlet that not many documents of anthropology were created on it. Every detail from her dream seemed to have come to life.
Sensitive to her feelings, Aryan did not press her for details. But she did not want him to think of her as a wilting daisy, so she explained that night by the side of their campfire. He asked her if she had been to Anjeer village before. She vaguely knew in the back of her mind that she had left India with her parents when she was 3 or 4 when they had adopted her. She didn't know if she had been to this village. She decided to stay up that night to call her mother and talk to her.
" Mom," she said when all the endearments and the small talk was out of the way. " Do you know if I have ever been to Anjeer village? It' s a new addition to our itinerary and for some reason it looks very very familiar." The line went silent at the other end, so silent that she repeated her question wondering if her mother had heard. After an ominous pause, her mother replied. " I didn't think you would remember, but now that you are there I need to tell ypu some things. But first things first, your life will be in danger if you reveal too much about yourself. I think you should get out of there as soon as possible."
Ooh that's so ominous! I wonder why they'd been there before? Fun :)
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:) Thanks AJ! Was reading some of yours!! Took the theme to a whole new level!!
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