Rohan’s emotional turmoil began as his body recovered from its physical ordeal. Rohan would find himself often tracing the fading mark that bisected his stomach, a tactile representation of a fantastical experience that felt like it was plucked from a science-fiction novel. Each time his fingers brushed the healing wound it was a stark reminder of a surreal reality.
How could he possibly accommodate this information in the context of his existing understanding? This revelation about the anatomy of his body, about his existence, which was so contrary to everything he believed about himself, how could he possibly accept it?
His mind was awash with existential questions, prompting a reevaluation. Each memory and every experience were scrutinized through the lens of his shocking reality. He was, as he always thought, Rohan, the humble farmer who tended to his crops in the scorching Indian sun. Was he more complex, or something else? Was he his own twin, an entity that was underdeveloped and had quietly shared his existence in the shadows?
Rohan’s sense of himself was irrevocably changed as the boundaries of his self-identity blurred under the waves of relentless self-examination. Rohan was on the brink of an introspective trip that held the promise of either self-discovery, or even self-reinvention. The unique twist of his life was a challenge. It was a puzzle that was difficult to solve.
Rohan returned to his familiar farm and found the contours of life had been subtly changed. The life he had lived before was still there, but everything seemed different. He had been tilling the fields for years, but now they looked different. The horizon was wider, and carried a strange feeling of an untold story. He was the man who carried his twin in him.
All the teasing, all the hardships that he had to endure took on new meaning. His life had been a vessel for another, a silent passenger on his journey. He struggled to cope with this shadowy presence that was a silent companion in his life.
