Chapter 4: In the Bazaars of Indraprastha

Part I

The rays of the sun seeped through the dust of the Earth making it red and cold.

To breathe the air of war-polluted Indraprastha, I was wondering about. Having walked for long I heard humming sound. Far away, were a lot of commotion of confused souls contributing significantly in the wholesome chaos – Indian Market. All this excited me. I headed towards it in the intention of knowing, discovering and understanding people.

The silky dusty road was broad. The rays of the sun seeped through the dust of the Earth making it red and cold. With the path, the stalls ran parallel as far as my curious eyes could see. The shops were skillfully woven to the road. Some brightly embroidered, on some dull and withered.

….sarees designed with gold and silver wires as well as sarees printed with natural dyes.

The existence and dominance of caste system in the air and veins of people was clearly evident. Different castes had prescribed attire. Nobles, foreigners and merchants were the first preference. The local farmers had to wait, while the shudras were literally shooed off even from the grocery stores.

Anyhow, even with all these evils, the marketplace was lively. The garment shop had sarees designed with gold and silver wires as well as sarees printed with natural dyes. There was cream coloured dhoti with violet linings. The red and yellow turbans were the final touch.

Adjacent to this was a utensil shop. Walking past it, I could smell copper and brass, strong. There were bigger, better kitchen equipment than machines could offer. They were well carved, far from decorations and warranty – lifetime.

On the other side was a shop with commodities brought overseas. From far I figured that they were bargaining. Actually, bargaining is in our genes, our benchmark.

Quite simply, the middle-aged men were sucked in the war and wiped out and this market was an easy escape.

I gathered all these fragments of thoughts and tried to channelize it to a faint melodious tune that found it’s way through the chaos, eventually into my ears. Heading towards it, I saw a few artists setting the musical instruments on a stage-like platform. It must be a concert.

What was amusing, was the stall of snacks and vendors selling toys for kids. A crowd had gathered here, comprising mostly of women kids and old aged. Quite simply, the middle-aged men were sucked in the war and wiped out and this market was an easy escape.

Here I end my 4th chapter part I. Hope that you enjoyed it.
Meet you in part II.
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Tribute to Krishna

Searched you in stones, white flowers.
But you were in my silence.
I thought you wrote my destiny,
You were the sail of my boat.
I thought you are counted sins,
But you were a guiding light.
I searched you in crowd,
But you were the candle flame of my lonely evenings.
You had a misnomer ‘father‘,
But you turned to be my ‘almighty friend’.
I thought you were supernatural,
But you turned to be supernatural.

Chapter 3: When I encountered the Divine

Part II

All of a sudden I was hit hard by something. The foggy whiteness vanished. It took me an error to understand that I finally landed. Not quite pleased and still had hallucinations of falling.

A peacock feather fluttering over his forehead. His eyes had a white sparkle through the deep pupils

I struggled to get on my feet and the thing under my heavy feet was a red embroidered carpet. I looked around only to find furniture of Rosewood with classical design on it and polished curves.

My sight was caught at one such velvet cushion chair where someone with a dark complexion was giving me a soft stare. He was in a yellow dhoti with sky blue linings. A peacock feather fluttering over his forehead. His eyes had a white sparkle through the deep pupils. Peeping. Just as the sun tries to peep through the dense clouds. He had a smile of grace and acceptance. It seemed as if the goodness of the entire cosmos managed to settle in one human-like face. And this face rested on closed fist intern rested on his left thigh. His left feet placed on the right knee. He had a well -built body with surprisingly no scar. His skin was absolutely flawless as if eternity was dripping from it. The entire being was radiating grandeur and elegance.

I fell from heaven. The proverb literally happened to me. But not from heaven….. From Earth.

In the first place he was not a theatre artist of 20th century. It was when he started playing his flute as a mark of warmth, that I was sure, I had run into lord Krishna. I could not believe my eyes, my senses, my surroundings. I fell from heaven. The proverb literally happened to me. But not from heaven….. From Earth. I must have done some good deeds that I got a glimpse of him. No semblance of greater joy ever run through my veins.
Now the question is, how do I address him. Whether “Your Majesty ” or as a” friend”. I had heard stories of his being cool and congenial. But…… in case he gets angry, he me curse me and my return tickets could be cancelled.

You can treat me as your friend”, said the godly incarnation. How did he know what I was thinking?

Don’t you know, I am omnipotent?” said He . I was spellbound.

Don’t get nervous girl, tell me what brings you here?”
You just said that you are omnipotent. Then you must be knowing why landed here” I said.
I just want to hear it from you.
“I wanted to time travel.”
Welcome to Dwapar politics . If anyone asks you who are you, you tell that you are my friend.”
He got up and was about to leave, when I dead to ask him “How did I get here?” he turned around with a solemn and face. I got still scared. Did I just upset him?

Here I end my 3rd chapter. Hope that you enjoyed it.
Meet you in the 4th chapter : In the Bazaars of Indraprastha
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Chapter 3: When I encountered the Divine

Part I

He took me to the shrine, to that suspicious door. He took out a key, totally rusted. as he tried to unlock the door, it creeked and the shrill sound echoed in the temple. When he finally opened it,there was emptiness, dark emptiness in all dimensions one can imagine.

He whispered,”Don’t pay heed to any sound. Just walk forward.”

Where?” I had absolutely no clue what rubbish he was talking about.”How can I walk on emptiness”

Place your feet on the other edge of the door.

I did as instructed. I couldn’t believe that there were invisible steps waiting for me. No sooner did I place my foot, than I heard that sound of breaking glasses and shattering all around. The first thought, did the step break, am I falling?

This fear of pseudo fall got me to hold him tight by his arm to maintain the balance. My eyes shut and throat dry.

He whispered,”I thought you were a courageous soul.”

Now I realised that I was here with my superior companion, red emptiness.

I realised that I wasn’t falling and that he was making fun of me. I left his arm and opened my eyes to turn towards the same scary emptiness. But…. this time it wasn’t dark,it was red. Red as rose.

He said,” Go ahead, goodbye,. Meet you soon.” He shut the door behind me. He didn’t wait for me to bid him adieu. Now I realised that I was here with my superior companion, red emptiness

I was about to fall off but this time I held my luck tight.

Gathering up all my courage, I looked for the next step. With all my efforts in vain, I beat about the bush. My right foot found something rigid and as I firmly stepped on it, again there was breaking of glasses. I was about to fall off but this time I held my luck tight. This time all around was orange.

Again I found something rigid and stepped on it. Again the sound of breaking glasses. I was perspiring to wetness. By now I had mastered it. This time it was yellow. Then green. Then blue. Next step indigo. Wow these were the rainbow colours. I wondered what laid beyond violet. Then finally violet. The shrill sound of glasses had considerably lowered. Then I tried for the next step and…. it was completely white.

This time there was no sound of breaking glass. But… i fell through empty narrowness. I yelled for help. But alas! U couldn’t hear my own voice. It was after this that I realized that I was free falling through foggy whiteness into desert emptiness. How lovely it would be for tainted leaf when it detaches from its nourishment, falling freely, letting loose its hold on this world only to dust returnest.

Here I end my 3rd chapter. Hope that you enjoyed it.
Meet you in the 3rd chapter : The Divine and I
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Chapter 2 Lust And Trust

Part II

I saw a door……. close. Its presence was obvious. Maybe the priest lived on the other side of the door. But a door of expensive wood in this weary temple that too well maintained made its existence suspicious. I moved away from that place with a plan swirling in my mind.

I was on the receiving end of a jaw dropping face.

That day in the evening, I waited veiled, under one of the torches for my prey, that muscular man, to step into my trap. As I saw him approaching me, I got prepared for the attack. When he was close enough I pulled him in the dark and I turned to face the yellow tint of the torch light. I had to immediately remove my veil before he could place a punch in my belly for hurdling his way. And guess what, I was on the receiving end of a jaw dropping face.

I gleaned and said, “hey handsome.

He was drawn out of his dreams.“I am surprised to see you here at this hour.”

You see, life throws good things unexpectedly. “

So what’s the plan. “

“You help me time travel.

And what do I get?“I took his rough palm, placed it on my waist and pushed myself closer to his torso. “You’ll get whatever you want.”

“I don’t trust you woman.”

I am not even bothered to win your trust.”

“Oh I am amused to see you taking an upper hand on me. If I still don’t help you “

So you want more….” I ran my finger on his jaw line and said “maybe money.” Hearing this he entangled his finger in my locks and released them to hang over my temple. “I don’t want to lose you gorgeous.”

This time I am amused to see a veil of care on the face of a devil.

A devil also has a heart.”

Yeah, a heart filled with vicious lust.”I looked at him with angry eyes to make it clear that I was dissapointed.”We lost two of are men there.”

What does it take to come back. “

“A courageous soul. “

“I have that in plenty.”

“Follow me. We will test your courage. ” He took me to that suspicious door near the shrine.Here I end my 2nd chapter. Hope that you enjoyed it. Meet you in the 3rd chapter : The Divine and ITill then have an epic life ahead. Please comment whether you liked it. Follow me to get notifications of my upcoming postsEditor : Anu
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Chapter 2 Lust and Trust

Part I

I just can’t wait to tell you what happened next. Before we begin, it is a gentle warning that this chapter has expression of lust and romantic gestures. So if you feel uncomfortable you can skip this chapter although I would suggest you not to as it is an important link for further chapters.

I reached Kathagaun within a week and paid a visit to the temple Raasrathi at 11 o’clock. There I met with a man muscular and strong. Probably he must be one of the keepers of the temple. He escorted me from the entrance as I cleared my intention of visiting the temple. He called for the chief priest and we waited near the stairs that led to the temple.

I figured that he could be a key to the temple’s mystery.

What seemed quite awkward was that this man began checking me out. The constant look changed into a wired stare. But I didn’t let any mark of discomfort to touch my face. I could see lust poping out of his devilish brown eyes and half expanded smile. I figured that he could be a key to the temple’s mystery. I got my prey and I was doubly sure that I could mesmerise him.

This gentleman staring me, was far from realisation that he had encountered a detective author and that she has expertise in reading faces. I slightly lowered the cut of my top to make things easier for him, for me. And guess what, my cards played well.

The eroded and damaged gods and goddesses on the walls had witnessed the transient yugas, rise and fall of dynasties

The fire had just ignited when the chief preist came in and pour an ocean of extinguishing presence. I had to cover myself with a cladded shawl. Immediately I saw disappointment surfaced on his eyes.

In a very polite tone I asked the priest, ” Can we visit the shrine right now?” He smiled and said, “Oh sure.” All three of us headed towards the shrine. The sculptures seemed to be old enough to justify the rumour of time travel. The eroded and damaged gods and goddesses on the walls had witnessed the transient yugas, rise and fall of dynasties and recreation of war-like situations with bleeding earth.

There were moses growing all around, dripping water, damp floor. It was clear that this place was less visited. Such a significant place was still in the dark corners of the world. There were torches here fixed to the wall. The stone bricks were cracked by the strong roots. We reached the shrine. It was gaurded by 5 pillars with Sanskrit scribbled in a way as if they were sure no one bothers to read.

The shrine had Shiv Ling turned grey due to the inscence stick. Shiv was ornamented with to white flowers and water dripping from all sides. All the place was not horrific but still scary. Not having found anything worthwhile, I turned to go back distressed and I couldn’t dare to ask the priest about the mystery. All of it was a lie, a complete waste of time.

But enlightenment dawned upon me and I saw a door……. close. Its presence was obvious. Maybe the priest lived on the other side of the door. But a door of expensive wood in this weary temple that too well maintained made its existence suspicious. I moved away from that place with a plan swirling in my mind.

Here I end part I of 2nd chapter. Hope that you enjoyed it. Meet you in part II

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Chapter 1: When Science met Myth

Part II

Once I was assured that he was true, a variety of thoughts started flooding in my mind, creating a cocktail of emotions.

Have you heard of Ashwathama?”

Yeah Dronacharya’s son, who was crused of immortality. Right?”

He still exists and lives in Kathagaun with village people.”

Sir please, jokes apart. I had come for some serious talk

I am not joking. Trust me!”

My mind revolted not to trust. But the person in front of me was big enough a reason to believe. Once I was assured that he was true, a variety of thoughts started flooding in my mind, creating a cocktail of emotions. Was I curious? Or scared? Or excited? Or overwhelmed? Or all of it? The delima was, which one to bring on my face. Finally I settled to curiosity.

Ok even for a minute if I believe you, what do Ashwathama and the temple have to do with time travel?”I said.

That’s the point lady, he has been time travelling over the ages through a secret place near the shrine of the temple.”

Why?” I asked with my eyebrows touching the sky.

“To prevent ageing”, he gave a vague answer.

But why he? Why not the other Immortals according to Hindu mythology?”

This hot conversation had set a spark on the dry autumn leaves of my heart.

Just because he was cursed and others were booned. A group of physicists went there, to find out how he did it.”

So you got no evidence” , I said.

No, we were not allowed to venture into”

Don’t worry, I’ll try my best to get into the temple’s mystery.”

So you are going to visit the temple and build up a story?”

What if I undergo time travel” This hot conversation had set a spark on the dry autumn leaves of my heart.

But money glitters more than looks” ,he said.

I was taken aback, “Pardon, I didn’t get.”

We were a group of physicists, and being the only brown skinned, I personally offered a hefty amount of money. But…. priest refused. Sorry to say, but even your beauty won’t melt his heart.”

But I can turn the table to feed my passion.” I was confident.

Mam its very risky. Besides, people won’t like to lose an author. Specifically me.”

Little did I know that this meeting would turn my otherwise simple life, upside down.

Sir it’s risk when you are reluctant. But when you want to do it, it’s passion. You have set fire to my heart and I am waiting for this wildfire to spread upto the extremes of my imaginations. And as far as losing an author is concerned, why don’t you narrate my bravedo after I have left. I am sure Divine has some special plans for me.” I gleaned with confidence.

My best wishes with you. Good luck.”

I got up and left the room. Little did I know that this meeting would turn my otherwise simple life, upside down.

Here I end my 1st chapter.

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Chapter 1: When Science met Myth

As I waited on a soft pillowed, chocolate brown colour couch, I was reminded of my high school library. An entire wall was built on encyclopaedia. A long desk with a whole lot of A4 sized papers with graph, strange diagram etc. But some unfortunate ones were crushed. Crushed because they could not keep pace with the scientist’s mind, Dr Ashutosh Gupta.

It seemed as if humans were at the edge of decoding the mysteries the Nature has let loose, only to realise that everything was a sphere.

I got up and walked to the shelves. I ran my fingers through the books, to figure out what sort of researches are ongoing on this planet. It seemed as if humans were at the edge of decoding the mysteries the Nature has let loose, only to realise that everything was a sphere. All of a sudden I discovered a series of detective books authored by your narrator. I could not believe that a scientist as great as him would bother to read my books.

I am sorry Madam, I made you wait.“I was drawn out of my imaginations.

Never mind Sir, I was just seeing this troop of books.”

He gleaned and said,”Oh I am a big fan of yours See I have read all your books.”

I was overwhelmed ,”I should actually thank you.”

But why?”

I have attended all your public seminars. And it is through these seminars that I learnt to negotiate science and literature.”

He almost laughed.”Please have a seat. What would you like to have?” , he asked.

Would like to get enlightened by your knowledge, nothing else.”

“?” He seemed quite excited.

Sir, I needed some information about time travel.”

Oh sure! See, we travel in time if we are very close to the black hole. It’s gravity distorts space time so much, that time gets slower. And….when you’re back to Earth, you will be younger.”

You mean I’ll be in future.”

You got it right.”

And what about past?”

If we can possibly create a wormhole at the speed of light, we’ll haven’t a tunnel to the past.”He paused…. raised his eyebrows and said,” I forgot to tell that you keep getting heavier as you approach the speed of light.”

Oh no, one grows fatter“, I got distressed.

No mam, your mass would increase. Nevertheless, you will feel weightless“, he assured.

Anything else Dr?”

He said,”I briefed you all I knew.”

I replied in despair,”All this is high funda physics, and I have all kinds of readers. Anyways sir, thanks for your valuable time and knowledge.”

I got up and was about to leave when he asked,”Are you going to write a book?”

Hopefully“, with no hope within.

Do you believe in mythology?” An absolutely unexpected question from him. I admitted “yes slightly“.

Have you heard of Ashwathama?”

Yeah Dronacharya’s son, who was crused of immortality. Right?”

He still exists and lives in Kathagaun with village people.”

Sir please, jokes apart. I had come for some serious talk

I am not joking. Trust me!”

Here I end part I of 1st chapter.

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Meet you in Part II

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Editor Anoushka Acharya

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