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Chapter 3 –

       Rise of a Hope…

 

I waited until the dark at the valley, but nobody came. It was hurting. It was like, I had a date with the most important person of my life, but he didn’t show up. As it was getting late, it was the best time to teleport as nobody could watch me disappear in the dark. I decided to leave for my home though it was not far but still I was tired of waiting and I wanted to rest. So I headed towards my ‘home sweet home’ that was technically just few seconds away for me. I looked around to check if anybody was there but frankly speaking I did not care if anybody was looking but in fact I was really hoping for somebody to be there who could be associated with that diary.

I gave a last glance to the empty space and sighed.

Then I teleported and disappeared in the dark.

I didn’t take the diary with me because I felt it wasn’t a right thing to do. I thought maybe I’ll try my luck in the early morning if by any chance that person comes there looking for his diary.

 

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I came home; it showed 8:02 pm in my wall clock. I sat on my bed and suddenly I realized that it had been so long and I didn’t get even a single message beep on my wo-conec from anybody. I searched for my wo-conec in my purse, cell phone as they call on earth; it is similar to one of those touch screen phones. I took it out and saw that it had no power. I took out my wo-conec charger from the bag and kept it for charging and just in fifteen seconds, it was ready to bombard with different message tones.

I touched the screen to play the first message, a holographic projection appeared above the phone. It was yellow colored with “Czy” name blinking on it, which meant a message from Czyro. The screen showed a video message where Czyro said, “I know where you are sweetie, don’t play too smart ok… Call when you get this message, see you soon, and take care”.

I giggled and thought, “Of course you know Czy”

Next message showed a blue screen with “T” name… A message from Terry. It said “Hmm so why am I getting this feeling that you are on a mission and not going to leave that place so soon? Don’t get yourself into any trouble girl. Call me”

Next message was from my father, it was a plain text. Ofcourse, he wouldn’t have time to send me a video message. The message said, “Looks like someone is taking full advantage of being free and independent. Should I thank Czyro to keep me informed about you? Though I am busy, it doesn’t mean I don’t know the whereabouts of my family. Anyways enjoy your freedom and don’t forget you are still learning my baby”.

That reminded me that I totally forgot to inform him when I came on earth but he was busy in his work and I didn’t want to disturb him. First thing I chose to do was to talk to him.

I called him up and explained everything. He loves me a lot but he hardly gets time to show it in his busy life. Same is the case with my mother too. She is charming and caring, lets me do anything I want. In short, my mother is my freedom.

So, that’s how my two hours passed by, messages after messages, calls after calls. Czyro, father, mother, Terry, Maavi etc. etc. I started replying and talking to everybody one by one. After all the explanations, chitchats, and gossips, I started feeling dizzy. Finally, I got so tired that I fell asleep and didn’t even bother to switch the room lights off.

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It was like music in my ears, I love birds chirping in the morning, cool morning breeze ruffling my hair and brushing my skin, making curtains dance around the windows. Mornings are always beautiful. It makes me happy.

‘Wait, did I say morning?’ I slowly said to myself.

I jumped up from my bed and looked at my watch. It showed 7.08 am. I never saw any morning coming so fast ever before. Maybe I was too tired and had a deep sound sleep.

Suddenly the thought of that diary came to my mind. I hoped that it still be there and decided that if today also nobody comes, I will take that diary with me. Thinking about it I headed towards the valley, I couldn’t teleport because it was enough light out there and there were good chances that others could see me. I had seen quite a few people coming there before, so I went there walking.

It felt great to act normal. After around 7-8 minutes, I reached that place. The mixture of the fragrances of earth, grass and river was so freshening that made me feel like I was in my world again. Our body also has its own natural mesmerizing fragrance but nothing can be compared to the nature’s one.

When I reached that same stone where I had left the diary, my heart skipped a beat.

I found nothing.

“This is not possible”, “Am I in my world?”, “No, I am not”, “This is exact same valley I always come to when I am on earth”, “Oh no, what I am going to do now?”, “Was yesterday a dream?”, “Or is this one a dream?” I was having these question and answer round in my head.“No, it was definitely not a dream, neither a dream wherein I had found that diary yesterday nor the one wherein I am not able to find it here today”.

I was sure that it was not a dream. I looked around and searched for it again and again and again but I knew looking for it like a mad was of no use.

I regretted for not taking that diary with me. I didn’t know why but I wanted to see that person who wrote those words. It was not any ordinary thing for me because when I read that line, it was like the same feeling when you keep a big secret from everyone but one day a stranger comes to you and whispers in your ear “I know all your secrets, especially the most important one that you have been hiding for so long. That secret is…”

And yes! That stranger turns out to be absolutely right.

I started thinking of the ways by which I could find that person. Maybe I should ask people around if they saw anyone having a diary in his hands. Or search for footprints nearby the stone?

Ok I was being ridiculous. I literally started looking for footprints but I was no detective.

Suddenly my wo-conec started ringing.
It was a call from Terry.

I answered, “Hey T”.

“Hi.  Good Morning, I thought you would have woken up by now so called to ask what your plan is for today.” He asked.

“Hmm nothing much, I had told you all that I am going to stay here for few days and by the way it’s been only a day since I came here and you are already asking me to come back?” I asked him.

“Uh, no I didn’t ask you to come back sweetie, I just asked for your day plan” he said with a smirk.

“Ya Ya, you didn’t say it, but you definitely meant it. Come on, accept that you all can’t live without me”, I said teasing him.

He laughed and said, “Accepted long back. Anyways what you are doing?”

“Just looking for something”, I said in a worried tone.

“What thing?” he asked.

“Hmm...Something” I replied.

I didn’t want to tell him about that diary yet. In fact I was not ready to accept the fact that I lost it.

He paused for a while and said “ohk, don’t worry you’ll find that something, and if you couldn’t find it after all your best efforts then understand that it’s not meant to be found ok”

He can be philosophical sometimes. As soon as he said those lines I figured out that he called up because he got the intuition of me being worried.

“Ok boss, got your point”, I said.

“Goodbye let me know if you need anything”, he said.

“Yeah sure”, I replied.

We hung up the phone and I sat on that stone wishing that only once if I could meet that person. I was looking at the mountains lost in my thoughts. Maybe Terry was right; diary and that person were not meant to be found otherwise destiny would have made me know everything yesterday itself. I got up and with all the lost hopes, I started heading back to my home. As I was walking, I saw something shining on the ground at some distance. I went closer and saw that it was a silver pen. I took it and thought that maybe it belongs to the same person. I drew a line on my palm. It was a black ink pen. Yes the same color and texture of ink that the diary was written with. There were at least seventy per cent chances that it could be the same pen.

I smiled, “Or maybe be they are meant to be found” I said to myself thinking about Terry’s advice.