It had been one week since my rebirth.
After leaving the hospital, we finally came home.
And let me tell you… my house was HUGE.
A 50×100 plot, two floors, light yellow color, and even a garden full of flowers in front.
Garden? Flowers?
Bro… whose house is this? 😭
For a second, I thought—
Did I accidentally get reborn into a rich family?
The house looked so beautiful that it didn't even feel real. It looked like something straight out of a fantasy movie.
Even though I was a baby, my brain was still working like an adult. So obviously, instead of enjoying baby life, I started overthinking.
What kind of engineering is this? Who designed this house? Can I copy this in future?
Yes… I was already planning real estate investments at one week old.
Truly a genius. 😎
But then something even crazier happened.
I saw the news.
A single policeman beating dozens of criminals alone.
I froze.
Wait… WHAT?
That's not normal. That's pure movie logic.
For a moment, I was convinced—
I have been reborn in a world with powers!
Maybe I will unlock some system soon… maybe I'll fly… maybe I'll become a hero…
But after observing carefully for a few days, I reached a conclusion.
Nope.
I am still in India.
My lovely country. My original server. 🇮🇳
Honestly, I felt relieved. At least I knew how things worked here.
But still… something felt off.
This world was like India… but with a little extra "masala."
People were normal… but situations felt like movies.
Basically, real life + Bollywood upgrade. 🎬
Then I found out the biggest shock—
The year was 2000.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
On one hand, I was sad.
I had all the knowledge, ideas, and future information… but I couldn't use any of it.
Why?
Because I was a BABY.
I couldn't even hold my own neck properly, and here I was thinking about financial freedom. 😭
But on the other hand… I was happy.
Because this meant I would eventually get mobile phones, computers, and most importantly—
Internet.
Just imagining life without internet gave me chills.
No Google? No YouTube? No memes?
That's not life… that's punishment. 💀
I don't know how people survived like that.
Seriously… respect.
Anyway, looks like my second life just started—
And it's already more dramatic than my first one. 😎
It had been a month since my rebirth.
At first, everything felt new and interesting. I was curious about this world, about my surroundings, about what kind of life I would live this time.
But slowly… that curiosity began to fade.
And in its place, something heavy took over.
I started to miss them.
My family.
My mother—loving and caring, always worrying about me.
My father—strict on the outside, but responsible and dependable in every way.
My elder sister—more like a second mother than a sibling.
And my friends…
The more I remembered them, the harder it became to breathe.
What started as simple thoughts soon turned into constant pain.
I found myself trapped in endless questions.
How did they react to my sudden death?
Did they cry?
How much did it hurt them?
These thoughts came again and again… until panic became normal.
Sometimes, without any control, I would start crying. Not like a baby—but like someone who had lost everything.
There was only one thing that gave me a little peace.
Before my death, I had planned for this.
Influenced by everything I had seen—on the internet, on TV, in real life—I had once thought:
What if one day I suddenly disappear?
What will happen to my family then?
That thought had stayed with me.
So I used my salary wisely. I invested money, prepared a proper will, and even created a small support system to make sure they wouldn't struggle in my absence.
I wanted them to live comfortably… even without me.
They were not weak. They were strong people.
I believed that, with time, they would move forward.
Maybe… even welcome a new life into the family.
Thinking about this gave me a little relief.
A small, fragile sense of comfort.
But it was never enough.
I still couldn't forget them.
They appeared in my dreams—faces, voices, memories… all so real that waking up felt like losing them all over again.
Because of this, my health began to deteriorate.
Even in this new life, my pain did not go unnoticed.
My new family grew worried.
Doctors were called.
Even babas and spiritual healers were brought in.
All of it… just to make me better.
And then, I saw her.
My new mother.
She had only recently recovered from childbirth, yet her face had already grown weak with worry.
Her health was declining… just because of me.
At that moment, something inside me changed.
I realized that my grief… was becoming someone else's suffering.
And I couldn't allow that.
So I made a decision.
No matter how painful it was—
I would suppress it.
I would bury my past…
And learn to live again.