Prologue

"Panchayat Elections in West Bengal. 15 people dead in violence."

"Immigrant from Bangladesh slapped a foreign vlogger."

"Pakistan attacked Kashmir once again."

"USA playing its double game again. On one hand giving Indian PM a grand welcome, on the other hand, providing more funding and weapons to Pakistan."

"China funding terrorist state Pakistan."

"Pakistan had yet another coup. Not a single time any PM has completed his full term."

"Pakistan-"

"Pakistan-"

"Pakistan-"

"SHUT UP!"

I threw the remote, and it went straight to my TV.

"NO!"

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I cried very hard watching my brand new TV, with its screen shattered.

And during my grief, the Bangladeshi illegal immigrants started creating chaos in her neighbourhood.

"HOW DARE YOU QUESTION ISLAM!"

"Sir, how does telling you to stop sitting on the road and blocking it means that I am questioning Islam?"

"CAN'T YOU SEE I AM DOING NAMAZ!"

"THEN DO IT AT YOUR HOME! I WILL RUN MY CAR ON YOU AND SING MASHALLAH MASHALLAH!"

"INDIA IS A SECULAR COUNTRY!? THU! LOOK HOW MINORITIES ARE TREATED!"

"ONE-FOURTH POPULATION IS NOT MINORITY! CUT THE CRAP AND GET OUTTA WAY!"

"I can sit anywhere I want. India is a free country. Go cry."

"India is free for Indians! Not illegal Bangladeshi!"

"Bangali Bangladeshi Bhai Bhai!"

"I will run my car on you then shout Hai Hai!"

That insane man again! Seriously, all of the trouble started since Partition! Less than 15% people voted and they carved out their failed state out of our lands. Their minority population went from 20% to 1% and everyone cries that India mistreats its minorities. Buddhists, Jains and Parsis don't face any problem, and they are the real minorities.

"And it was obvious that the elections were rigged, and Jinnah was in cathoots with British."

"If it were me, I would have easily prevented partition."

"You know what? I would have done a much better job than Gandhi and liberated India, undivided, much sooner than him."

<As you wish>

"Huh?"

As I heard those three words, I lost my consciousness.

Then I woke up, only to find myself in a strange place.

It was my home and my room, but very, I mean, VERY different. The curtains were different, there was no ceiling fan, the blanket was different, the wall paint was of different colour, and most of all,

I AM A FREAKING CHILD!

I hastily looked for a mirror and found it, and was shocked. I now look very similar to how I looked when I was 5-6 years old. I mean, similar. Not same.

My eyes caught the calendar then. October 1900.

1900!

I am back in time 123 years ago!?

Why!?

JUST WHY!?