The rule of refraction again took place . An image formed . I saw through the window and saw another window . The window was of my new house which will care me In my new life .
The inertia again acted but this time it pushed me ahead . I heard the 'click' sound as the door opened .

My wallet was opened . some colourful but valuable papers came out and landed in the hand of the driver . I stepped ahead . Ahead of my past life .
I thought of the driver who carried me here but I soon forgot him . I need to move ahead . Past moments should be forgotten as soon as possible or otherwise they eat us from inside .
But one past was there which was unable to be forgotten . But I need to forget it too . And as soon as possible .

I entered the cabin which is normally known as reception . I approached towards her who is commonly known as the receptionist . And asked for the flat, which I had booked online . She opened a book, big green old book with torn and messy pages , and started looking for something in it . She must be looking for my name I guessed. But I was in doubt when I saw my name but she ignored it .
"Madam, what are you looking for " I asked finally after a long wait .
"Your name ,sir " she said but was still nervous .
But I was shocked . I told her that I had seen fardeen jawed been inscripted on page no. 49 .
"Oh sorry " she said and gave me my keys .
It was not an important incident but I asked her that why was she not able to see my name.

She replied "sorry sir but I missed it by mistake" . She was still nervous .

Sometimes people miss the things which are most valuable and then cry on their own mistakes when there is no way to correct it . Such was my case and also of the receptionist . We saw it but missed . But she had time to correct it but for me there was none .

I walked through the corridor . And there stood my friend with a moustache which looked like a handle and a hand which looked like a door knob and a body which seemed like wood . It was my door and nothing more than that .

But one hand held my shoulder . I turned around . The face was familiar and expression seemed friendly . And this time it was a real homo sapiens .

But this familiarity took me back to my past . The sadness prevailed and my chicks tasted the taste of the pain dissolved in water in the form of NaCl again but this time with a feeling of anger and enmity .

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