my question is that,write about waking up one morning in a foreign country. you can't speak the language at all. What do you do? what adventures do you have?
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A Wierd Visit To Europe
It was Thursday 25th June 2020. I was studying lines and angles chapter number six of NCERT Math Book. Everything was going silently and calmly. For a minute I decided to break my concentration and look for some entertainment. I joyfully picked my mom's phone. Opened few sites which I used to visit regular basis this included brainly (always as first place) as usual I didn't had any notification of brainliest or thanks , nor any message. I was little bit disappointed and logged out in sorrow. Next I switched to other so-called ordinary sites. All notification panels were disappointing me. At last I decided to open a site its name was " Visa To Visit" .
The site welcomed me by my name. Let me quote what was written
"Welcome Antara , we were always here waiting for you. And today it happened. Fill out our form to experience a better version of your world. And we promise to you that we will make you experience finest of the finest. And this is absolutely free" The wierd thing was I never provided this site my name. I started to think that this is a hacking site and I should leave this at very moment. For a minute a forgot this Because I saw the sentence "this is for free"
And You know? I'm an Indian , and we can do litrally anything for something to gain as "free". And most importantly what I need to do was just fill the form, and rest will be faced later. I nicely filled out the form.
The form went like this :
- What is your favourite place?
My Answer : France
- Reason ?
My answer : Because it's called the the city of love.
- Oh! ok. So you want to visit Western Europe ?
My Answer: Yes, But I never get a chance to do so.
- Thanks for filling out our form. Meet you at an interesting part of world.
After this message was displayed. my system stopped responding , and I was left with a blank screen. I tried opening the mobile again. it restarted. Everything on my screen seemed dancing. It displayed the time with some flickering sounds. the time was 1st January 1980. I thought the time might have been formatted because of restart. I went to setting to rectify the time. The moment I clicked on "time zone settings" I was thrown far back from my seat. It was a painful fall. I got a hurt on my head because of wall , and I became unconscious.
I don't know when my eyes opened. I saw some not so similar faced people. They were humans but not the humans whom I used to know. and a little me was lost in this new world. Before I could run ask for a help. Some one from back came and impinged on me. In this chaos he forgot to pick up his identity card from road. I ran behind him calling him "hello! hello! atleast listen to me. here you left your identity car......" I looked at the identity card the date was 1st January 1995. Place "France" . Standard 11th . It was an school identity card. I started talking to people near me. Few said " talk in English" and then started with there wierd french language. I was lonely , missing my family at one corner of my heart and on the other very corner i was trying to make contact with other people. my condition was just like a beggar in a roadside. I didn't had money , no phone ... one minute I have my phone. I searched my pocket. I tried contacting my parents. the number didn't existed.
The only thing that gave me a hope of some help was that boy whose identity card was with me .
I was waiting for him all the way. almost after 5-6 hours I could see him coming back by same roads. He was like a hope of light to me. I stopped him , streched my right hand in front of him and said "hey bro. You left your ID Card today's morning." he looked at me in a thankful manner. he smiled and started continuing his journey towards home. He passed by my face and I was just looking at him that he will come back and help me. I turned and left expecting a hope of help from him. Tear drops rolled by my cheeks. While I was walking at opposite site of this boy . Surprisingly a hand reached my shoulders . I turned back it was the same boy. He asked if I'm fine or not. The little me lost my control over my feelings and so many tragedy happened with me in such a short span of time and sat down , started crying my heart out. He was just like any concerned brother. He dragged me to a suitable place and listened my story. He thought that I'm mentally ill or traumatized because of something bad happened because my story didn't made any sense to him. He rather sent me to a doctor who later started therapy on me. I was still on my statement that I'm from India 2020, but they never believed on me.
After what I could do was escape. I escaped. The place where I expected for love. But what I got was therapy.
This time I managed to change the time of my phone and I was back at the same bed crying for whatever happened with me.
I can't decide was that a dream or reality.
When I searched for site , in search there was no such site.