A huge bed was placed at one corner of the room, bordered by the decayed curtains hanging from the beautiful hanger fixed high above.
Mahim reached there and stifled a cry; there was a skeleton on the bed, apparently male. In all these years of his exploration and restoration he has never come across a skeleton before. He was about to call out when something else happened. The room changed.
It was a gorgeous room, daylight was pouring in from a portion a little distance away from the bed, the roof was thick glass, beautifully designed by stained pieces.
The whole room was so well lit that it did not appeared that he was under the ground.
The floor was white, spotless, marbled. A satin bedspread was spread across the bed, velvet pillows and a gorgeous silk curtain said someone has decorated the room with taste and love.
There were books lined up against a distant wall, expensive and exquisite artifacts were placed all around the hall with artistic hands.
“So it was not as old as I thought it was.” He softly whispered as he sifted through the books, they were of the late seventeenth century. All of a sudden he noted that his arms were blanched white, like those of Europeans, and his voice had a strange accent which certainly was not of him.
He caught a glimpse of his reflection on the shining glass of the bookcase. A young man with golden hair, blue eyes stared back at him.
A shudder went down his spines and he pinched himself but to no avail. He tried to locate Bankim and Krishan, they were nowhere around. The room was empty.
Then he heard the footsteps on the stair, crisp sound of a pair of heels descending. Both his friends appeared one after the other. The only difference was they too have changed their nationalities like him. Krishan was thickly built, short-heighted sandy haired man with a wicked grin and Bankim was pale, brown eyed, with hay coloured hair. They smiled at him.
“She will be here.” Krishan smiled. His name was Daniel then.
He knew who he was talking about, his cousin, Miranda. Her portrait was on the table,
A beauty beyond description, he could see her in his mind’s eyes. A soft, fragile creature with ivory and rose skin, she knew how to live and love. She had her cousin’s hay hair but that had a golden tinge and volume. Her eyes were huge and deep blue, full of sweetness and love.
——— to be continued……