India 1900s
I was just sitting in my room… scrolling endlessly on my phone. Same reels. Same routine. Same life. The ceiling fan spun slowly above me, the only sound in the quiet night. “Nothing ever changes…” I muttered. Suddenly— The lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then my phone screen glitched. The date changed on its own… 1900. “What the hell…?” Before I could react, a sharp ringing filled my ears. The air turned heavy. A blinding flash swallowed everything. When I opened my eyes… I wasn’t in my room anymore. The ground beneath me was rough… dusty. The air smelled of smoke, मिट्टी, and something unfamiliar. I looked around slowly— Mud houses. People in dhotis and sarees. Bullock carts creaking past. And then… silence. Everyone was staring at me. Not with curiosity— With suspicion. A man stepped forward, narrowing his eyes. “Tum kaun ho…?” Before I could answer— The sound of hooves echoed behind him. I turned… A British officer on horseback rode past.
About India 1900s
I was just sitting in my room… scrolling endlessly on my phone. Same reels. Same routine. Same life. The ceiling fan spun slowly above me, the only sound in the quiet night. “Nothing ever changes…” I muttered. Suddenly— The lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then my phone screen glitched. The date changed on its own… 1900. “What the hell…?” Before I...Read more