Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology-Chapter 815: Bhavanth Xochipilli 1

12th January 1670

Vidyanagari (NT) Frontier, Suvarna Dwipa, Overseas territory, Akhand Bharatiya Empire

Sripuram is a small town located 50 km inland from the major port city of Vidya Nagar. The town is nestled on the banks of a large freshwater lake with dozens of boats tied to the harbour, where fishers can be seen untying the knots and casting the net. Sripuram may be a small town, but it has all the necessities that a large town would require. On the outer edges of the town, there is a post office; in the town centre, there is a police station. In fact, there is even a small school built by a college student who had studied in the Bharatiya Empire.

The prosperity of Sripuram is completely disproportional to its size. Almost every household in the town can be considered a middle-income household, able to afford all the modern amenities of the Bharatiya Empire. This is naturally because of the development that has been led by the entrepreneurs and immigrants who came to Australia looking for opportunities from the Bharatiya Empire.

The daily life of Sripuram could be considered boring; it's not as spiritually fulfilling as it is in the Bharatiya Empire, but for the people in the town who were either from the aspirational class of this society or slaves who had been freed from their shackles, their current life is already very fulfilling and a thing that they could only hope for in their previous lifestyle. Husbands and fathers are packing their lunch boxes and leaving for work, either in the mines or on the farmland—both among the most profitable jobs in the town.

The women are quickly cleaning up after their husbands and heading out for their own work in the local cement and brick factories, which are employing a large number of both women and men. On their way, in some families, if there are children, the children are being left at school. Sometimes the children are crying and causing trouble, not wanting to go to school, but the mothers are using their inherent skill of slipper teaching and are annoyedly leaving their kids at the school.

However, something unusual was happening at the corner of the town. A few townspeople had gathered around a house with smiles on their faces. What was even more amazing was it looked like the policemen, who would rarely appear in the town unless there was a problem with public security, actually stood among the crowd in front of what looked like a clothes shop.

Soon, an unusual-looking young man stepped out of the shop with tears in his eyes. Anyone who looked at it would feel a hint of pity and sympathy from the bottom of their hearts. He wore a traditional Bharatiya Sherwani, but his hair was tied in a bun with a colourful feather attached to it.

Looking at the young man, the people who had gathered outside, all had kind smiles on their faces.

"You don't have to feel sad, Bhavanth. You are the only one who got this scholarship to study in the mainland."

"Unlike my brat who couldn't even clear the high school entrance examination, you are a genius, the first person in our town to enter the college with a full scholarship. Bah! Even thinking about my useless brat is making me angry."

"Forget it, forget it. Anyway, remember, Bhavanth, this is a great honor. This is the chance for you to rise up to the sky."

The villagers came forward and advised one by one. Feeling their sincere gazes and expectations, Bhavanth inexplicably felt a little touched. He had grown up without a father, and since he was a child, these villagers and fellow townsmen had taken care of him a lot, especially after knowing that he only had his mother. But now he was going to a faraway place, away from the place that touched the softest part of his heart. His tears, which seemed to have stopped, suddenly started to moisten once again.

Noticing this, a burly middle-aged man wearing khaki clothes with a kind face patted the young boy on his back with reassurance.

The young man looked at the police uncle, whom he was so afraid to look at before, and now he could only feel reluctance. He nodded with great difficulty and looked inside the shop one more time only to look at a woman wearing a colorful sari as well as a lean middle-aged man who were looking at him with expressions mixed with both happiness, reluctance, expectation, and pain.

The young man felt a firm pat on his shoulder after which he heard the kind words of the police uncle, " Bhavanth, we have to set off or else we will miss the ship."

Bhavanth nodded reluctantly. He looked back at his mother, whom he wouldn't get to see for at least a year, the clothes shop where he grew up, the owner uncle who cared for him so much, and finally at the villagers who treated him kindly.

"I'm leaving now, everyone. I will come back next year," he said, choked up.

The villagers all felt touched.

"Haha," "Look at you acting like a child!" "Hey Wife, he is a child." "If you keep your mouth shut, no one would think you are a fool."

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The atmosphere was bittersweet. Bhavanth could also see some aunts, whom he was particularly close to, wiping their eyes secretly.

"Hey, brat, how many times should I say you should not use the phrase 'I am leaving now'; instead, say 'I will return'," an old grandpa scolded him, his face red.

"Ka haa aha, I forgot, chitti old man. I will return soon after my studies," he had finally cheered up.

A few moments later, Bhavanth loaded his luggage onto the back of the carriage, after which he himself sat down with the police uncle. The wheels slowly started to move with the neighing of the horses.

As time passed, the image of the town became smaller and smaller until it eventually disappeared from the sight of an Indigenous Native American young boy.

Bhavanth Xochipilli was his full name. He came to the Suvarna Dwipa Frontier of the Bharatiya Empire six years ago with his mother. He was among the first batch of 30,000 people who came to the island in 1664. He was 6 at that time. At that time, he didn't remember much; he only had a vague feeling that he had lived in some other place in his childhood, but the memories were not too clear. The only thing he remembered was a burly and tall man with a bare upper chest, muscular arms, waving a spear furiously, with feathers all over his head which looked like they were flames dancing to the rage in the man's heart, brave and majestic.

Apart from that, he couldn't think of anything else. His mother said that their home was in a very faraway place called the Americas. They came to Suvarna Dwipa in a large ship that traversed the ocean for a whole month, but he did not remember any of it. The only thing he remembered was that he seemed to have gone through a very long journey, and at that time, he remembered that he was very sick. He remembered his mother crying a lot. He remembers feeling sad.

Fortunately, all of it is over now. Growing up in the Bharatiya Empire for the last six years and living with the Bharatiya people, he already considers himself a Bharatiya at heart.

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Port Jalamarga

As soon as his foot stepped into the stronghold, the sadness and reluctance of leaving his hometown could no longer be seen. Instead, it was replaced by excitement and anticipation.

Bhavanth had come to Jalamarga Port quite a few times in his childhood, especially since he would have to write all his tests and exams in the larger school in Jalamarga instead of the school back in town. But every time he came, he would get to witness something new and exciting. It was almost as if Jalamarga was the window that showed him the wider world.

He could see all sorts of people coming and going from the port. He could see large 2000-tonne ships that looked majestic and regal. One time, he even got to see a 4000-tonne behemoth. He was only 9 years old at that time. Looking at the giant ship, he almost hallucinated that a pirate ship as big as an island was attacking the port, but it was only after the supervisor, who was in charge of the kids who came sightseeing at the time, explained that he understood the ship was not a pirate ship but a vessel of the Bharatiya Empire—the vessel of his country.

Looking at those deep, dark muzzels that looked to be as deep as the abyss, those dark uncles on the ships wearing half clothes like bunions and headscarves, and a man wearing a suit whose right eye seemed to be covered, who had a parrot as a pet, had left a deep impression in his mind.

"Every time I come here, so much has changed," the words of the policeman reached his ear. Bhavanth came back to his senses and quietly looked at the police uncle, who was looking around at the people and port with melancholy. "It seems like the airport city has expanded once again, Bhavanth. I think it won't be long before our town becomes part of the city. But I don't know if, by then, the lively and peaceful atmosphere will it still be the same." He let out a deep turbulent breath.

To Be Continued...