Date: 14 June 1987
Location: India, Maharashtra, Mumbai – Krishna Orphanage
The early morning sunlight filtered softly through the narrow window of a small room inside Krishna Orphanage. The room was simple—plain walls, a thin mattress on the floor, and a faint smell of soap mixed with old books.
A two-year-old boy slept peacefully on the mattress.
His breathing was calm. His small chest rose and fell gently.
The door creaked open.
An old woman stepped inside quietly. Her hair was tied neatly behind her head, and her face carried the marks of age—but also warmth.
She smiled as she looked at the sleeping child.
"Krishna," she said gently, "wake up. It's time for morning breakfast."
The boy stirred.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
They were deep blue, unusually bright for a child born in an orphanage.
He looked at the woman and smiled.
"Good morning, Shanti aunty," he said softly, his voice still sleepy.
Shanti aunty paused for a second.
Even after all this time, she was still surprised.
This child spoke clearly. Politely. Differently.
"Good morning, beta," she replied with a smile. "Come fast. Other children are waiting."
Krishna rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"Thank you, Shanti aunty," he said. "I am late today. I will take a bath first and come fast."
She chuckled lightly.
"Okay, okay. Don't take too long."
As she left the room, Krishna stood up from the bed.
Krishna looked around the small room.
It was not much—but it was safe.
This life is already better than my previous one, he thought calmly.
In his past life, mornings meant rushing to work, struggling with bad English textbooks, and worrying about money. Here, mornings meant sunlight, food, and time.
Time—something he never had before.
He stretched his small body lightly.
Even at two years old, his movements were careful, controlled.
Because inside this child's body lived a forty-year-old soul.
Krishna walked toward the common washroom.
The water was cold, but he didn't complain.
He cleaned himself properly, just as he remembered doing in his past life—slowly, carefully, with discipline.
He wore simple clothes donated by kind people—slightly loose, but clean.
After getting ready, he walked to the dining area.
Children were already sitting on the floor, cross-legged, talking loudly and laughing.
Krishna joined them.
He sat properly, his posture straight, hands resting on his knees.
Some children looked at him and smiled.
"Krishna!" one of them called. "Come sit here!"
He smiled back.
"Yes," he replied softly, moving closer.
Shanti aunty and other workers served food.
Krishna ate quietly, chewing slowly, listening more than speaking.
Even now, he was learning.
After breakfast, Krishna returned to his room.
It was small—but to him, it was a place of opportunity.
He picked up an old notebook from the corner.
The pages were rough, slightly yellowed.
He held a pencil with his small fingers.
Slowly, carefully, he wrote.
Things I must change in this life:
Train my body
Study languages
Improve communication skills
He stared at the list for a long time.
In his past life:
He was unhealthy
He failed in studies
He couldn't speak confidently
He couldn't express himself
That would not happen again.
"This time," he whispered to himself, "I will prepare early."
He closed the notebook gently.
Days passed.
Months passed.
Krishna grew—not just in body, but in mind.
He spent hours reading picture books and old donated textbooks. Even when he didn't understand everything, he remembered.
He played with other children, but never wasted time.
He ran.
He jumped.
He exercised his small body every day.
Other children laughed at first.
But slowly, they started following him.
By the time he was four, his body was stronger than most children his age.
His language skills improved quickly.
He listened carefully when adults spoke—learning Hindi, English, and Marathi naturally.
The orphanage library became his favorite place.
Shanti aunty noticed everything.
"This child is different," she often said to others.
Date: 3 June 1990
Location: Mumbai – Krishna Orphanage
Krishna sat on the floor with a book open in front of him.
"ABCD…" he read quietly, pointing at the letters.
He was five years old now.
But his eyes were focused. Serious.
Shanti aunty entered the room.
"Krishna," she said, "get ready. Today is your admission process."
He looked up immediately.
"Yes, Shanti aunty," he replied. "I am ready."
First, he neatly closed his book.
Then he folded his blanket, arranged his small belongings, and changed his clothes.
His movements were quick but disciplined.
For a moment, Shanti aunty just watched him.
At this age, most children struggled to tie their shoes.
But Krishna already behaved like an older child.
Between the ages of two and five, Krishna's body changed rapidly.
Because of regular exercise and disciplined habits, he looked stronger than children his age—almost like an eight-year-old.
His health was excellent.
He rarely fell sick.
He could speak both Hindi and English better than most children in the orphanage.
He was kind.
He helped younger kids.
He respected elders.
Because of this, everyone liked him.
On the way to the school for admission, Krishna walked with other children.
The city roads were busy.
Suddenly, his eyes stopped on something familiar.
Movie banners.
Huge posters.
Amitabh Bachchan.
"Agneepath"
Krishna's heart skipped.
This movie…
It already released now…
Memories connected instantly.
In the future, this same movie will be remade… by Karan Johar… with Hrithik Roshan.
He clenched his small fists lightly.
I really came back in time.
The admission process at Santiniketan Government School went smoothly.
Krishna answered questions confidently.
Teachers exchanged looks.
"This child is sharp," one of them said.
By evening, he returned to the orphanage.
He sat quietly on his bed.
A small smile appeared on his face.
"School life begins now," he thought.
And deep inside his heart, the fire that once died on Marine Drive burned again—
Stronger.
Clearer.
Unstoppable.