In my whole life I've lived in a normal neighbourhood. I was so used to my normal routine by now that it just became second to my nature. I was never an early riser but we were packing and I had to be ready before we finally moved in our new place Dad got a transfer this month and every thing was decided in a hurry I was mad that I had to uproot and re-root my whole life again. But I guess making new friends as a teenager cannot be that hard.

Our new home was in the foothills of the mountains, almost sharing an edge with the forest. The only thought that kept me even interested in the first place was that I'd finally be able to go on a trek at my new place. We put our final stuff in the car and were about to head to the airport when suddenly a mailman arrived. It was addressed to my name. I had no clue about it, but we were getting late so I didn't ask much questions and quickly signed the receipt and we all started on our way

After a long flight we finally reached to our destination and it wasn't what I was expecting at all. The house we were to live in was a dingy old place with our peculiar landlord. He was an old man with a tall stature and a smirk on his face. He greeted us all in and showed us our rooms upstairs. I was inspecting my room on my own when I heard a knock on my door. It was the landlord. He was giving me a nasty grin, as if anticipating something from me. "You received my parcel I presume?" I didn't know what to say I looked at him blankly and then it occurred to me. So, I rummaged through my bag and fished the parcel out by its strings. It was neatly wrapped in red paper. But instead of asking him anything I tore it open to see what it was and whether all of this was some prank. The landlord looked unfazed by all of this.

To my surprise, the parcel had just a bit of folded paper, yellowed with time, and some of my photographs, that looked like they were taken few years ago but with me wearing some old-fashioned clothes in the same house which we were in. Only problem with that was that I have never been in this house in my life before and I have never got myself clicked wearing those clothes. I was so confused and looked at the landlord for answer, but he was just silent and gave me a smirk. I opened the folded piece of paper, it was a piece of advertisement from 1937 claiming that a boy was lost in the forest while trekking and was never found, and it was my photo. It was then that the landlord uttered, “Took you quite long to come back home, Papa.”