Segment #6 Of Visions : Past and Present
The visions made Karan's head heavy. He sat on the couch and drank a glass of water. Should I confront Gustave about what he did? Why would he do something like this? Is that why our souls got exchanged?
The questions overwhelmed him again. Karan decided to confront Gustave.
"When did Dr. Ved leave?" Karan asked. He remembered seeing Vamika come in but not leave.
Gustave breathed a sigh of relief. He has reset the last few minutes, making Karan forget about the visions. Vamika had administered an injection and left. Gustave didn't have much time but he managed to undo things for Karan. He can't know the truth, not yet.
Karan looked at his body, it seemed weaker than before. "How are you feeling?"
Gustave groaned in pain as he tried to push himself up, against the bed. The injection in his arm had shot up the pain. "Not good."
"Would you like some soup?" Karan offered.
"Yes please." Gustave smiled.
Karan walked into the kitchen.
Gustave held his watch. He had to plan every second and minute of Karan's day, within the loop. He didn't have much time. Vamika. What is she going to do? I will have to stop her.
Karan brought in the soup. "What should we do now?" He wanted to run to his house, lie in his mother's lap and feel her warm hand over his head. All his problems would vanish once he meets his mom. "Mothers are magical, aren't they?"
Gustave nodded slightly. Mother. He wished to meet his. A faint smiled appeared on his face as he remembered her face and voice.
"Gustave! Don't go near gramps' room and don't you dare touch his things." She had warned.
"No, mom. I won't." A seven years old Gustave smiled cheekily as he slipped away from her hands and sneaked into his grandfather's study room after making sure his mom was napping later in the afternoon.
His grandfather, a monocles-wearing old man, with wrinkles across his face, sporting a white moustache, was an alchemist. All the instruments in his room fascinated young Gustave. Gramps always satiated the young curious mind with detailed answers. Gustave didn't always understand it but the passion and conviction with which Gramps shared the anecdotes touched his heart.
Gramps' diary. Gustave's mind flashed with a picture of an old, leather-bound journal that his Gramps maintained, it contained all his experiments and detailed notes. Where is that diary? Will it have the answers I need? Gramps, I really wish you were around. I miss you. His heart ached.
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