The next morning, I found myself seated on the sofa. After breakfast, everyone was engrossed in their usual activities. It was a Sunday, and even Yatin joined me, taking a seat beside me. He whispered in my ear, "Did you tell them what happened yesterday?"

"No," I whispered back, but my hushed response, intended as a whisper, was audible enough for Ramika, who was setting up the table, to hear.

"What? No?" she inquired, curious.

Yatin ignored her, choosing instead to focus on his phone, as if implying that it was my responsibility to share the information.

"Nothing much," I replied casually, but Ramika, being more perceptive than I realized, pressed further.

"Well, is there something I'm missing out on?" she asked, approaching us.

"Nothing much," I said, trying to appear nonchalant and forcing a smile. Her questioning look made me oddly nervous.

I attempted to manage the situation, but Yatin intervened, "Ahh, what, Advik? Why can't you tell her directly? Ramika ji,he's planning a party..."

"Party?" I thought, surprised by Yatin's choice of reason. But now, we were committed to the idea.

"Yes, a party. Actually, I wasn't planning; he asked me to, and I said NO."

"Me?" Yatin exclaimed, misunderstanding.

I shot him a look, and he quickly corrected himself, "Yeah, I mean, he's saying that... let's celebrate first, and then we can focus on the paperwork."

"Is that so?" she inquired.

"Yeah, those papers are precious. But I suggested we celebrate first and then get to work on them," I managed to say.

"Okay," she agreed and left the room.

Later, Yatin and I went for a walk to discuss what had transpired.

"Who told you to discuss it in the house?" I questioned.

"Bro, I just whispered in your ears," he again whispered in my ears.

"Fine, whatever happened, let's not repeat it."

"Okay!"

After our walk, Yatin returned home, and I headed to the market for some groceries. When I reached home and knocked on the door, Ramika exclaimed, "Woo, flakes!" seeing the packet in my hand.

...&&...

I don't know how, but it happened. Just as she opened the door and I blinked, I found myself again in front of the door with the milk and flakes packet. My hand was in the knocking position as I knocked again. She opened the door once more and repeated, "Woo, flakes!"

I stood there for a moment, confused. I had just done the same thing twice.

"What happened? Forgot something?" she asked.

"No, I... I just..."

"Is everything okay?" Ramika inquired.

"Yes, I just forgot about the bread."

"Oh, leave it. We'll have flakes tomorrow. Don't worry."

"Don't worry," I reassured myself. I couldn't understand what had just occurred—perhaps stress or lack of sleep. I tried to relax.

Despite numerous attempts, sleep eluded me that night. Slowly, I left the bed and went to my workspace, opting to sit on the ground in the corner. Though a chair was available, I couldn't explain why I chose to sit there. My mind and body seemed to be operating independently. Throughout the night, my thoughts revolved around those three seconds.

Had I predicted the future, or had I relived the past?