Neelu opened her eyes slowly. She was shaken badly at the vision she had just had. It was one thing to have a dream and another to have these ‘visions’ or ‘dreams’ that were so vivid that she could swear they were real. She even felt she could write them down and make a g********l or a movie out of those dreams. The vision or dream whatever it was left her with more questions than answers. What was the relation between this dream and her birthmark? It was true that she had the birthmark exactly as it had been described. Why was she here? Who could she trust? Who would guide her in her quest to find those answers? She was back to square one. She shook her head in frustration and glanced at the sanctum sanctorum of the temple where the priest was busy conducting a special puja for some impor
