My childhood dream of building a house with my own land was about to come true ... Wouldn't it have been fun if I had a father today? This thought keeps coming to my mind ... almost every day. The place was much cheaper than the market rate and my favorite house was built. The main door frame was still slightly open. The reason for this was the same, I wanted to install the door of an old castle there. Wouldn't you say he's a fool? New house and old door? Yes, but what will the circuit do to him as I am? Although I built a new house, I wanted to give it an antique and rustic look. It doesn't matter if he says he was stubborn and not stubborn. The wife and mother were opposed at first, but I did not agree ..... The wife said, "Spend as much as you can. Give the old look as much as you want, but take the new wood and make an old fashioned door." Who knows, but the old teak door was Annie Howe ...... I wanted to buy the old door and repair it again, polish it with a nice Howard's double black wax and make it shiny. I also did a nice OT on my new home. The look of that OT was also from the time of Baba Adam. I mean, the material is all new, but the look is old and you are going to install an old door to match it .....

My carpenter, Akhtar, said, "Go to the old market in Mumbai. You will get that door." One day I went straight to Mumbai and came to Chorbazar .... I went to Mohammadi Timber Market, but I didn't get the door I wanted. Finally we got bored and came to Delhi Darbar. Mast ate eggs and rice. While finishing the meal, a man came and sat in front ... "Seth, you have been wandering around the whole market since morning? What are you asking for?" That's what he said. I got up and paid at the counter and when he left he came back too. I used to know that there is no need to talk much in Chorbazar ..... "I know, he is asking for an old door, isn't he? Come with me .... The doors of two or four houses in Pune have come. Look, he is right" He said so much and I We walked behind him as if mesmerized.

He took me to a narrow narrow alley .... There were many doors covered with clumps .... He was showing me one by one and I was stunned. He had at least fifteen as many doors as I wanted ... take whatever you want .... in the end I chose a door .... I had a good part of the interior and a lot of knowledge of wood so I observed it carefully. The door was made of old teak wood, with a strong beautiful construction. Each rectangle had a sturdy double door with a brass figure of the sun and a ring in the middle. Perfect alignment that still survives today, polished and polished in the dark ... was cool. With a little effort, I bought that door for thirty thousand rupees. He was immediately transported from there and came to the site the next day.

Akhtar appreciated my choice .... I repaired it in some places, repaired it in some places, filled it in some places, the door fitted in a moment, I was very happy with my purchase. The mother and wife had gone to the village. When I came back after those two days, I used to show them the door .... While sleeping peacefully at home that night, I suddenly felt like I should hit a round on the site ... Who knows? But I thought ... the site was just a stone's throw away from my house. I locked the house and started walking. There was no one on the site .... I came to OT. It must have been four o'clock in the morning .... I went to the door and I noticed some noise coming from inside the house ... from the talking of people ... in a hushed voice .... the house was mine ... but there was definitely someone inside. Thief? But what if the thief finds that empty house? I took the canosa again and suddenly opened the door ..... entered ..... and now it was my turn to be shocked .....

Inside, I noticed that I had entered an old castle. Inside, there is a middle-aged woman in front of me, an old man sitting next to her ... and a young woman and a man are sitting. As soon as I entered, the door slammed shut behind me .....

"Alas ... pora ... baby, where are you?" The middle-aged woman came running to me. There was a look of relief on the faces of the old man and the couple next door, but there was a look of happiness on the pale face of the beautiful woman inside the kitchen door ... The lady started talking ... I didn't understand what she was talking about before .... According to her, My name is baby I am their eldest son. The couple sitting in front of it was their youngest son Bapu and his wife Lakshmi ... the old man was the father-in-law of the left and my grandfather Ballalshastri and the one standing inside was my wife Narmada .... Was missing. I couldn't find it .... One day after an argument in the house, I woke up in a daze, opened the door and left. He has been missing for the last six months .... There was a local magician there, named Vishwanath. He had assured his parents that I would come back one day, he would bring me .... I did not say anything. Now, once the back door opened, I was guaranteed to reappear on the OT of my new bungalow ... Similarly, when I opened the door, the view from the outside was different ... It was the courtyard of this house. There was Tulsi Vrindavan in the courtyard. It had just been treated. I also smelled fresh dung and realized that I was stuck in a different timezone .....

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Akhtar standing in the courtyard .... "Akhtar? How are you here?" Just as I was about to speak, the woman who was behind me as my mother and the younger brother stood up ... said "Ya Vishwanath Dada" and I was shocked .... He was Vishwanath ... Akhtar was not ..... I just sat there ... Vishwanath made me stand up .... After a while he said to the others .. "I want to talk to him in private" and what he told me was shocking .......

He said, "Balappa ... listen to me now. Look at this ... In this world, many timeloops start at the same time ...

It doesn't matter if you say parallel world, look .... everyone has a true existence, it is true for him. He lives by assuming that existence. There are some avalias like me who are unknowingly working in many dimensions and loops on the strength of the tool. There are some loopholes to go from each timeloop to another timeloop ... Once you go from here to there, your role changes, time changes, zones change and the whole world changes for you. Timezone has changed ... Six months here, it's been forty years there ... as if you were born there. I, Vishwanath, live in this loop .... Your going there was a mess here. I needed that rescue as a friend ... so I came there ... remember Akhtar was me and I was also the man in the bazaar selling you the door. Mhatre is also the architect of your house ..... if you remember, look ... Mhatre and I are Akhtar, I have never met you together ..... I designed the house .... I also have the idea of ​​making you an antique door slowly in your head Bhinwali ... I sold the door to you and I fitted it in a certain angle ... and at a certain moment when the burglary reopens, I also created in your mind the desire to bring you here. It all had to be a drama. "

Hearing this, the ground under my feet shifted .. "But then what is there now? My wife there? Mother there? What will happen to them?" I said ...

Vishwanath looked at me calmly .... He said, "I have a connection with the people here. Your family here .... Your wife Narmada, like my younger sister. I did this for her ... I have nothing to do with the sufferings of your mother and wife in your life there. No giving .... Your Narmada forbade food and water in six months, she was about to die .... Will they see it now? "He had a third sense in his eyes ... He further said," And tell the truth? What is the truth? Which existence is true? It is still a code today. Look, even though your current existence is true in my writing, you may still have come from an unknown date. I still don't understand what existence is true. "He smiled. ... By then my mother had brought tea for him .... I was staring at that half open door with a blank stare .... numb ... !!!!