“Mr. Whom…?” - A conversation with my future self
My eyes were staring at the window, which was shining like a diamond in a foggy old evening. The hale storm was getting worse. I couldn’t go out because it was too cold, I couldn’t play video games because the electricity was cut. I took my cup of boiling tea, and began sipping it. I kept staring at the window, when suddenly, I dropped the handle of the jug. I could see, a man with just red cotton trousers, a sleeveless and a summer cap. I quickly wrapped a wooden sweater and did the craziest thing ever. The moment I stepped out, it felt like thousands of sharp kniv es stabbing me all at once. “Hey! Mr…” I said nervously. “Wh-why don’t you come to my house to stay warm.” I said. He agreed in a second. I noticed that Something of him was familiar. I was really bored, so I began talking to him. “S-so what is your name?” “My name is Mr. Adarsh Prasanna” he replied. “Wait! Mr. Whom…?” That was clearly my name. “You must be me in the past. ” He said. I was confused, so he simplified it. “I ...