Neelu opened her eyes, still reeling from the shock. How had her family heirloom come here? Why was there so much similarity between this building and the building in which she lived back home in her own timeline? She tried to sit up and fell down again, her head spinning. She found a gentle hand placing a cold cloth over her forehead. She groaned; “Another cold cloth? As if it was not enough to bear the cold for more than three hours!’
“You are running a high fever, little girl.” Her mother spoke gently. “mmmm.” Neelu tried to snuggle into the warmth and safety of her mother’s lap. Her mother stroked her hair gently, which was reassuring. “Mom, I will never leave home again. Please don’t leave me.” She whispered. “I promise, I will do all the chores without complaining. I will be gentle
