She is coming back after twenty years. I am super excited about her arrival. How can I welcome her? Will she be pleased with my surprises? I don't know why she is so close to my heart. She is more important to me than my parents even though I don't remember her. She left India after a few days of my birth.
Masi, my mother's sister who lives in Qatar. Roshni - as her name suggests she spreads light wherever she goes. My parents are surprised by the fact that I am exactly like her - not physically but mentally. My likes and dislikes and behaviour - everything equals with her. They even call me Junior Roshni. Even I sometimes doubts whether I am my Masi's daughter.
I am waiting for this night to be over. Oh, it is still quarter past eleven. She will reach by nine at the airport tomorrow morning. I and Pa are going to pick her from the airport. Ma will make Masi's favourite dishes. I am falling asleep.
When I opened my eyes I was in a hospital in front of the labour room. The nurse came out with a cute baby girl. But she was not happy, even though she had a little angel in her hand. She is conversing with the man outside. He is crying aloud holding the baby. Maybe his wife had gone. He gets inside the room. I also followed him.
Oh! I was surprised. His wife is alive. Besides her, another baby was there. The baby just looked like me, as I was in my childhood.
Oh, God! Am I the child of them? I was confused. But the parents looked sad. I thought that they don't like me. That's why they handover me to my parents. I felt sad. But why they are not looking at the little cute baby. What had she done to them? They don't care about her, it seems that the baby never exists.
After a while, I understood that nobody can see that baby. Only I can see! I went to grab her when she started to cry. No! I can't interfere there, I am just able to watch them.
The scenes started to move fast. The babies are growing old. But nobody notices me - my childhood. But she can feel what is happening around her. She always hovers around the others. But she feels bad as she is not noticed. I was surprised when I saw them as grown-ups. My Masi in her twenties and me myself. How can this happen?
I woke up with a start. It is seven in the morning. I understood that my father had left for the airport. When I reach the kitchen, my mother was making Kesari - Masi's favourite dish. She told me that Pa had called me several times. But I was in a deep and sound sleep. So he left for the airport himself.
I asked Ma about her siblings other than Masi and whether Masi had a twin sister. She was surprised by hearing such a question from me and answered affirmatively. She told that my Grandma used to mention the sad incident of the death of Masi's fraternal twin sister at the time of birth. I was shattered by hearing this from Ma.
I doubted whether am I the same child whom I saw in my dream. Is that just a dream or was it real?
I heard the gate opening. My heart started to beat fastly.
I remembered that ancestors always says that our soul will always find out our dear ones.
