Changing the future with an Hour Glass

(To myself) 'Wait, what! This castle-type house is his'.

*A long silence with cold breeze blowing*.

'So you live in front of my house that means you are my neighbour!'

'Yes.' Rahul answered witha little smile in his face.

(To myself) 'Wow! Am I in some sort of fairytale? My one and only crush of 6 years of is now my neighbour. Looks like I am hallucinating!'

'Rinaa, Rinaa, RINAA!' Rahul called me.

(After coming back to my senses) 'Ohh, Yes! Yes! Sorry about that I am really surprised'.

'So, bye, See you tomorrow, my dear neighbour.' Rahul winked.

(To myself) 'What did I just saw he winked at me! It is not a dream!'

'Yesss! See you too!' I said with a wide smile.

I entered to my house and went straight to my room.

'This is not a dream! Wow, he is my neighbour! Huh! Anyways... Wait! What about my Hour glass.'

I took it out from my pocket of my skirt.

'So, it takes me back 30 minutes before, haaaaa!'

After sometime....

'Knock!knock!knock!' looks like mother is knocking at the door.

I opened my room-door.

'What happened?'

'A friend of yours has come to visit you.'

'Ritu?'

'No, his name is Bhaskar.'

'Bhaskar!'

I went downstairs.

'How did you know my address?'

'Idiot, don't you recognise me till now?' Bhaskar asked.

'What! You are the student of grade 9, section C. Of course, I know that.'

'I was also student of Aditya academy, your previous school. My previous title was Basu. But, last year my parents got divorced. Now, I am leaving with my father and my stepmom. Thus, now I took over the title of my father that is Chowdhury. Many things changed, right?'

'What! You were that small kid of 5 feet who used to tag along with me at everyplace with me covering his face with a mask!'

'Yes!'

'And now you are 5 feet 8 inch tall, so big and you have biceps too!'

'Yes!'

'What yes? Why didn't you tell me about it before?'

'How could I? We didn't meet for so many years, right? At first, I thought you would be able to recognise me, but I was wrong.'

'O-ohh, I am extremely sorry. I really didn't recognise you.'

(To myself) 'How will I be able to recognise you if have had sudden growth spurt and have muscles too? Even your voice is changed tooo!'

'How about having dinner with us too, Bhaskar?' my mother asked.

'No auntie, not today. I have some important amends to do after this. I have to leave. (To me) But anyways when will we start rehearsing?'

'O-ohh, don't worry about it. I will make a WhatsApp group tomorrow after selecting more five members. All the details will be given there.'

'I see. Ok, so see you tomorrow, my lady.'

(To myself) 'What the hell with this "my lady", again!'

'Y-yess.'

He left with a awkward silence behind.

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Next day.....

'Rinaaaaaaaa!' Ritu yelled.

'Whaat!'

'I want to join your team.'

'When did you learn singing and dancing?'

'At Karaoke.'

'Not poss-'

'Why?'

'Because I am searching for those who can actually sing and dance, not those who yell while singing to the point to destroy the sound setting of the mic or can break down the stage while dancing.'

'Please, I will do just fine if you give me instructions.'

'Ok! Let's see how you will do.'

'Are you for real?'

'Yes.'

'Yesssssss!'

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'Rina, I got for more candidates in line.'

'Who are they?'

'Isha from grade 8, section D; Natasha from grade 9, section F; Srijan from grade 9, section B; and Anuk from grade 7, section D. Should I ask them to come and meet you?'

'Tell.'

After calling them all.....

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'Sorry, we were late!' The all four came together.

'What are you good at, as an Idol?' I asked.

'I am good at playing guitar and singing', Isha told.

'I am good at western dance', Natasha answered.

'I am good at playing violin and about dancing...only a little bit,' Srijan replied.

'I am good at dancing mainly', Anuk replied.

'I see. I will recruit them in my team. But you all have to promise me that you all will work hard for this, okay? This competition is of international level.'

'Yesss!' the four simultaneously replied.

(To be continued)