"I want to do Timetravel once in my life." A girl, spoke enthusiastically with a bright toothy smile.
Without thinking much, a newly turns young eighteen-year-old girl asks her Great-Grandfather such a thing that everyone's eyes pop out to hear her...
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" Parthvi, what's come over you ? How can I stare at him like that, like a fool? He'sMy Grandfather's Best Friend. " I chided myself silently, not daring to look up.
I was screaming those words again and again in my mind, but I was not able to take my eyes off his enchanting alluring face, my eyes were stuck on him. He looked like a personality inspired by some "Game of Thrones" character.
"ह-हम चलते हैं।"
" H-Hum chalte hai. "
" I - I am leaving. " He said with a polite tone.
His slow voice brought me back to reality, and in my embarrassing manner, I found myself looking around aimlessly.
I was certain he must have been pondering my odd behavior, as I could sense his awkward gaze when I stared at him without blinking like a fool.
Despite whatever he might have been thinking, his slow voice continued to send shivers down my spine, creating a peculiar sensation inside me.
"ये मत कहिए कि हम चलते हैं, हमें ऐसा कहना चाहिए कि, हम आते हैं।"
" Yeh mat kahiyein ki hum chalte hai, humesha aisa kehna chahiyein ki, hum aate hai. "
"Don't say that you are going, always say that I am coming." Without thinking, I blurted out suddenly.
But the next moment, I tightly closed my eyes and pressed my tongue against my teeth, realizing I had once again placed myself in an embarrassing situation.
" Parthvi, what is wrong with you? Why do you feel the need to share your unwanted knowledge here? Are you his Grandmother or mother, teaching him manners as if he's a five-year-old kid? " I was furious with myself and equally embarrassed.
With a puzzled expression, he stared at me, and a sudden realization struck me - I was certain he believed I was either a fool or infatuated with him.
Ignoring my awkward outburst, he turned away without uttering a word and began to leave. In response, I swiftly pivoted on my heels, eager to avoid any further encounters.
I had no interest in subjecting myself to additional embarrassment, solely due to my own clumsiness.
"Am I becoming more foolish by stepping into this Ninth century, or has my brain genuinely ceased to function, leading me to spout nonsensical words?" Such thoughts swirled within my mind, and I fervently wished to return to my own time.
