"So you're telling me that we're prince and princess of Pandya, that I am from the past, that you were on a long journey trying to find me and that I have to get home because of a reason you can't say now?" Hrisha asked him, summarizing whatever he had told her.

"That's about it. Matashree and Pitashree missed you a lot too." Vrihatkhsatra confirmed.

Hrisha ran a hand through her short hair in frustration.

"If I come with you....I'll never be able to return, will I?" asked Hrisha.

"I'm sorry. " He looked a bit apologetic.

Vrisha sighed and turned towards the boy, looking him in the eyes.

"I'll have to think about what you said."

"Don't you believe me?" Vrihatkhsatra asked, sadness evident in his voice.

"Look kid, you have to understand that I've got a life here. I have a loving aunt and uncle despite my parents abandoning me near their doorsteps. I had school, good grades and a good place at an institution. I've got good friends. I can't leave it all because a long lost brother need me to return to a home which I didn't even know existed!"

"That's where you ended up!"

"What?"

"Your parents didn't abandon you! They couldn't save you and that's where you came through." Vrihatkhsatra insisted.

"Yeah kid, I hope you're right." Vrisha replied. "You can stay at my place for now." She added.

"I understand. You can stay as long as you want. As we're going to the past, time doesn't change that much." Vrihatkhsatra assured her.

Hrisha merely rolled her eyes in response.

She entered her house, unlocking it. She walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a mango from the table.

"I'm hungry too." Vrihatkhsatra spoke up.

She grabbed another mango and tossed it to him.

"Thanks." He smiled at her thankfully.

Hrisha walked to her room, munching on the mango, absent-mindedly. Her head was swimming. She had a lot to think about.

She saw the scroll out of the corner of her eye. She picked it up, running her hands through it's smooth surface. She untied the ribbon and opened it. Till now, she never given it much thought, upon seeing the script and believing it was some text from ancient sculptures or something similar. Even after learning sanskrit, she had not felt like reading a scroll given to her but her birth parents who had abandoned her. But now-especially after her brother's words-she couldn't help be curious.

One could make up such a tale as he said if they had enough imagination. But they couldn't look the part and even make up a pendant identical to the one she got from her birth parents, one she had never told anyone about. Clearly, he wasn’t making up any of it. Apparently, her parents were from ancient era where they spoke sankrit. So, after all the years, she was curious about what message her they had for her.

But she couldn't bring herself to open it yet. Could she find a way to keep in touch with her friends and her life if she actually left? Was it really important as her brother told her?
But could she choose to stay away, if her parents really had no choice? Would they miss her?

So many thoughts, so many questions, so many worries, and a single choice:To go or not to go?

Her brother's words' echoed in her head.

"As we're going to the past, time doesn't change that much."

Could she make it work? Could she find a middle ground where she could do something? She had time afterall. But what should she do?

Perhaps it would be wise to read the letter before taking any decision. Then she would know atleast a bit of the truth, a final proof.

For the first time in years, she opened the scroll given to her by her birth parents and read the words for the first time.

''Dearest Daughter,

We do not know where you are or how long it has been......"