A Little Girl’s Shocking Revelation on her Birthday…

In the South Indian town of Madurai, nestled amidst the vibrant culture and traditions of the region, there lived an ordinary family.

Ram and Meera were schoolteachers, dedicated to nurturing the young minds of their community. Their world was one of textbooks, chalkboards, and the innocent laughter of their nine-year-old daughter, Priya.

On the eve of Priya’s seventh birthday, the family home was adorned with festoons of colorful balloons, and the air was filled with the aroma of traditional South Indian delicacies.

Family members and close friends gathered to celebrate this special occasion. The young girl, with her sparkling eyes and infectious smile, was the center of attention.

Gifts wrapped in bright paper were piled high, and the laughter of children playing echoed through the halls. It was a day filled with love, joy, and cherished memories. However, as the hours waned and the guests began to leave, a peculiar twist of fate was about to cast a shadow over this seemingly perfect celebration.

It was well past midnight when the last guest bid farewell and the house fell into a peaceful hush.

Priya, who should have been drifting into sweet dreams of the day’s festivities, sat alone in a corner of her room, her face reflecting an unexpected sorrow. Concerned by this sudden shift in her demeanor, Meera, her mother, approached her with gentle inquiry.

“What has happened, my dear?” Meera asked, her voice filled with maternal warmth.

“It’s your special day. Why do you look so upset?”

Priya, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, replied in a voice that seemed far beyond her years, “I want to see my real parents.”

Meera was taken aback by her daughter’s unexpected words. She assumed it was the exhaustion of the long day playing tricks on the young girl’s imagination.

“What do you mean, my love? We are your real parents. We love you dearly, and we are always here for you,” Meera assured her.

But Priya, unyielding in her conviction, repeated her words, “Yes, Mama. You all are doing great things for me, but, sorry to say, you are not my real parents.”

As the night wore on, Meera’s concern deepened. She shared Priya’s unsettling words with her husband, Ram, who was in the midst of a phone conversation in another room. Ram was a man of logic and reason, and he was quick to dismiss the idea as a child’s fantastical whim.

However, when Priya’s adamant claim reached his ears, his grip on the phone faltered, and it slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor. Without hesitation, he rushed to his daughter’s side, his heart heavy with worry.

“Are you kidding with these strange words, my dear?” he asked, attempting to maintain a veneer of composure.

“It’s time for you to get some rest.”-Ram Said.

But Priya’s yearning persisted, her gaze unwavering.

“Yes, Papa. I do want to sleep, but I also want to see my real parents.”

Despite their attempts to soothe their daughter, the night became an unending vigil for Ram and Meera. The words Priya had uttered gnawed at their hearts, and sleep remained elusive. The happiness that had filled their home earlier had given way to a gnawing uncertainty.

As the first rays of dawn broke through the darkness, Priya’s revelation had set in motion a series of events that would challenge the boundaries of their understanding and lead them on an extraordinary journey — one that would take them far beyond the realms of ordinary life and into the inexplicable mysteries of the human spirit.

( This is the first chapter of my upcoming book -Past Life: A Little Girl’s Journey to Find Her Parents. Pre-order booking is started on Amazon. Link : https://a.co/d/0h3k1m2