The Beginning Of a Long Journey

Rishi stood there, stunned, trying to process what had just happened. The device in his hand felt heavy with responsibility. He looked at the red tattoo on his hand, feeling a strange energy coursing through his veins.

As he walked back to his school bus, his mind raced with questions. How did this happen? What did the soldiers mean by "change the course of India"? And what were these tasks that the tattoo would set for him?

He got back on the bus, lost in thought. The other kids chattered excitedly, but Rishi just stared out the window, his eyes fixed on some distant point.

When he got home, his parents noticed a change in him. He was quieter than usual, more introspective.

"Rishi, what's wrong?" his mother asked, concern etched on her face.

Rishi hesitated, unsure of how to share his incredible experience. "Nothing, Ma," he said finally. "I just have a lot on my mind."

His father, engrossed in his work, didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. But his mother's eyes lingered on him, sensing that something was amiss.

That night, Rishi lay in bed, the device clutched in his hand. He closed his eyes, focusing on the tattoo. Suddenly, a flood of images and information burst into his mind.

Rishi's heart swelled with determination. He knew what he had to do. He would use this second chance to make a difference, to change the course of India's history.

But for now, he had to keep his secret hidden, even from his parents. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready for the challenge.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Rishi drifted off to sleep, the device still clutched in his hand, the tattoo pulsing with energy on his skin.

That night when sleeping Rishi heard a voice in his ear. The voice said huskily "Rishi I have been waiting for you".