When Amit woke up in the morning and looked at his face in the mirror,he didn't recognize the face looking back at him, this is not me he cried aloud. PLEASE SEND ME THE WHOLE STORY IT'S URGENT
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A Lost identity!
When Amit woke up in the morning and looked at his face in the mirror, he did not recognise the face looking back at him. ‘This is not me………… ‘ he cried aloud. The face staring at him was calm and cool. Amit moved his fingers on the surface of the mirror. It felt different. He touched his face. It appeared strange and was like touching someone else’s face. He felt scared and anxious. Where was his face? What had happened? He tried to recall the last evening’s events and could hardly remember anything. He opened the door of his room where another shock awaited him. He noticed some people in his house who seemed to be like his parents, grandparents and sister but everybody had the same face, the face he now shared with them.
He tried hard to remember what he had been doing the previous night. Yes, he remembered he had been reading a book ‘The Alien visits Home’. It was an old book that was kept in the attic. There were some magical words in the book which he had chanted loudly. He quickly looked for the book, opened it and tried hard to find those magical words. He also found the words which undid the effect of the words he had spoken the previous night. He muttered the words and with a loud whoosh sound he was shaken up and fell unconscious on the floor. When he opened his eyes he was lying on his bed. He quickly got up and ran towards the mirror. It was his original face, his own.
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Amnesia
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When Amit woke up in the morning and looked at his face in the mirror,he didn't recognize the face looking back at him, this is not me he cried aloud.
This is not me, this is not me, I don't know what's going on. I had a dream I was a different person, a different person, who's this person?
I'm not this old and ugly, this is not me, this is a stranger, I feel like a stranger in my own bedroom, he cried aloud.
Amit had been suffering from amnesia.
He had no idea who he was, where he came from, or what had happened to him in the past.
He could not remember anything about his past.
For the past several months, he had been plagued by nightmares and confused about his identity and past.
He had never seen himself in the mirror before, there was not a trace of his face in the reflection.
He could not imagine anything about his future.
How am I supposed to get a job? How will I keep this up?' he asked himself as he got up and went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. He was not sure what he would do with his life as he did some research.
He opened his laptop and did a search on the internet.
At first he was shocked to see a picture of his grandfather with his name and address on it, then he decided not to be shocked, but only because he knew it was his grandfather.
The search returned a number of results.
"Hester Prynne's A-M-I-T-I-V-E-N-C-E."
He found a number of sites that dealt with amnesia.
"My name is Amit. I have a disease amnesia. I have no idea about my past. I think I am a man of 30."
"Oh, amnesia!" he mused.
Amit logged off and went back to bed.