Chapter 3

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I found myself submerged in a surreal sea, drawn into its depths by an enigmatic force. As water whispered secrets, her eyes met those of a mysterious girl, her ethereal beauty captivating her in a poignant dance between reality and the submerged realm of dreams.

As I said when I got back my conscious... My dramatically beautiful, an out of painting girl was nowhere to seem...

I resigned to fate and sat down on milestone on the side of road and waiting for human who could help me to reach my destination... I had already lost 90% of my hope but my so- called enthusiast side still had 10% of hope somebody will definitely find me...

Thanks to that side Rafi Dada, my grandpa's best friend found me on roadside... At first, he was suspicious of unbelievably beautiful girl with a very modern outfit sitting alone on the roadside in evening, even though most of the people would have changed there road at small peak of unbelievably beautiful lone girl...

Dada with great might approached the lone girl and got to know that she is his best friend grand daughter... I mean we were talking about me ...

Ahmmm~ where I was ...

Ya ... Finally, Rafi Dada found me and told me that this road is not a main road and there will less people taking this road has evening approach, has there are rumours of a beautiful lone ghost wonder around here...

Finally, I reached home, As I entered the cozy living room, the scent of nostalgia enveloped me. The wrinkled hands of my grandparents embraced me, conveying warmth and a sense of enduring love. Their eyes sparkled with joy, and At that moment, I felt a profound connection to my roots, a tapestry woven with shared stories and familial bonds. Got warm welcome from my grandparents and my Ammama was all tears to see me after such a long time... And I got quite earful for not informing them prior and taking ghost road that to in the evening...

My grandparents house was three storie house with third floor has storage...I got settled in my mother's childhood room which was on second floor,and the room was well maintained with same love and I got fresh up and went down.

In the kitchen, the rhythmic clatter of pots and pans echoed as Grandma orchestrated a culinary symphony. The aroma of familiar spices wafted through the air, a testament to years of practiced expertise. With each stir and sprinkle, she shared not just a meal but a piece of her heart, creating a feast that transcended taste, nurturing the granddaughter's ,means my soul, with every carefully crafted dish.

As any typical Indian family, dinner was served while sitting on floor unlike my Oslo Dinning table. Dinning room was echoed with wrinkled laughter of my grandparents and me... The dinner was heartful and tummy full...

After dinner, Cradled in the warmth of Grandma's lap, the soft cadence of her voice painted vivid images in my mind. As the soothing narrative unfolded, a gentle lullaby, the cares of the world melted away. It was a sanctuary of love and tales, where the embrace of familial history whispered promises of dreams and the security found in the tender cocoon of a cherished grandmother's lap.

Finally, I slide into a peaceful sleep, resigning for the day in my Ammama's lap, dreaming about my Ethereal beauty contemplating that whether she was human are so-called rumoured ghost....

TBC ....

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