Lying in bed, I felt so relaxed. From a little far away, I could hear a faint unfamiliar voice talking about a girl who was average in studies and everything else but one thing that she mastered was interacting with people and how had uniquely helped and won her heart. I was falling to sleep again and slowly I started losing track of everything and went into a deep slumber.

When I woke up, it was afternoon. I saw an unknown woman crying on the left side of my bed, on the right an unknown man stood with a sad face and right in front, a small boy was looking at all of us puzzled. I shook a little and suddenly felt pain. Another unknown woman came into my room with lunch, wearing a white dress. I asked, what is happening? Who are you all and why am I feeling this pain? And suddenly to my shock the unknown man and woman started crying whereas the little boy burst out laughing as if I had just cracked a joke.

They told me that they were my parents. REALLY? That I had met with an accident while crossing the road to school. That I got a severe head injury and we are in a hospital. Well, I don’t know what was happening, it all appeared so mysterious. Suddenly I realised that I don’t even remember what my name is? So here it is, what I have been told by the people who said that they were my parents.

My name is Avantika Shergill. I am an overall average student studying in the eighth standard at St. Mary’s High School. I am good with people and have a heart of gold. Okay, now I understand maybe that story I heard of a girl mastering interaction with people was me. Oh God! Now I am having a pang of headache. So where was I, yes, so further I was told that my family includes my parents, means them and a little brother. The boy who was laughing is my brother named Anchit who studies in the third standard in the same school.

After spending days in hospital when the doctor finally said that I was okay to go home,...