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A rainy night in august (A short story)
 28 May 2019  
Art

A Short story:it happened on 29 augustnight.In morning I was in deep sleep, when suddenly my wife come into room and printed kids on my face.wished me"happy anniversary marriage day.I just forgot it.I saw an excitement puzzle on my wife face.then I repeated process and again wished her also.Since midnight occurred heavy rains fall. I get bathed.I was  late already.I have to catch 9.30 thane and wife reminds me something miss.I fumbled my purse but everything OK. I  remember to give her return gift as kiss on lips.I hurried to catch the train . Road was encircled with dirt and water. Reached to station fully jammed with people waiting for the train; but it was already running late.Since two day rains had been poured. It raining cats and dogs;  brought city it's knee,people left home for work, not left hope for return home”Helping hand become God gift from people, volunteer, and social worker get into work to help people who stuck into gutter dwelling, and low-lying area  .rains news flashed on TV channel. People waded their way to knee-deep and waist high water.Rains water was  encircled into low-lying   slum area. Had drilled holes in their wall to allow  water to flow out; Drained water free home.Chowki, shops, roads, streets, subway, Sublime residential areas, restaurants, industrial areas all choked up by water. To drill it flow out water,,bmc installed water soaking machine or sucking machine in every gutter, nallas. Pumps deployed everywhere seen encircle by red Signal marks. Traffic depart stopped all function in the city. Orders traffic police to divert crowd and transport system. Transport line stuck jammed. Street and stranded people rehabilitate.My  boss was watching the live feed and news on TV he ordered half day leave office staff. Rain took strong force. He gushed forcefully everywhere. Trains run late scheduled time. My first wedding anniversary being  happening that day.On my way home, I stood on  the rush hour and  stuck into platform. Platform was crowded with the hordes of commuters  . Even no space to move  in and out. Everyone hurried to reach home. Also I request to god help me to reach home. But fruitless trying was a waste of time.I would have spent on platform whole night if my friend had not come to rescue me to bring his home.the train were stuck on platform.I would have grabbed a taxi and paid any extra amount to reach home.Because I did not want to miss that our first marriage anniversary day celebration moment.Due to heavy rainfall, and my anniversary marriage date fall into same date. My wife called me. Received her Call. Her voice was breaking in between. And suddenly call cut. Network went unavailable.Wife made preparation for me, first marriage night. She decorated bed with careful and fine design memory. She wanted to feel same as a first marriage night;Two married couple meet each other get feeling, Come close, hug each other,  kissed each other, touch each other for playing  lost in old memories.In between my old close friend meet me at crowd  platform. He asked me over to his home tonight. We decided to spend the night at their  house near station areas. I sent MSG to my wife. I said sorry could not come home tonight due to heavy rain made railway line stop. She wailed .understood .but day will pass by, but night will be very hard to pass by…..she spoke a word on phone….she spun in her mind.She reminded  “to get touch with me”Once again she wished me “happy wedding anniversary”Her voice grew serious and took sobbing mood  as a mobile battery signaled low charging arrow. She melted into old memory.The cracking sound of heavy rain made irritating her. Two couple reunited in heaven. She was a  lonely house. Lighting sound made her fear. Drops of rain dripping through walls and roofs. Drops of water oozed over her body. rainwater leaked through concrete  roofs.Rain Water Seeped through Wall. Rain drops Oozed over her body,  made a tingle sensation  of resemble her husband's touch , Forced air feel of husband hand, She could not sleep lonely since marriage. She could not sleep without her husband .mobile saved for accompanying  loneliness. She could share her feeling over it. She could not talk with me. For few minutes, she felt safe fear free. But how pass by night.how. To move without husband,  She could not pass by night. She tried hard to sleep; But she failed. Tried hard  to close d to eyes to but fruitless try. Her memories enabled her to pass out.My wife did not imagine of  my drinks. Meanwhile, my friend brought alcohol bottle and some complimentary snacks.he celebrated our marriage ceremony by drinking wine and made refilling of glass.I drank drops upon drops, cheered up on a life of a long life ..clicked glass whole night.I  got intoxicated.wine inter into my head.I lose my control, it got over my nerve and feeling dizzy.it made feeling of my close  wife,  as alcohol penetrate body I feel my wife near.when sipped drops upon drops, touch of glass sound of wife closeness. . Rains forcefully dashed way everything..even my and her precious moment.rains overlapped night. I  could not sleep without wife since marriage.but I could not do anything but wait for rains stop till morning train run on time...I narrated to.friend. …I drank like a fish and said:“My wife very sensitive and a  heart of glass.”Our marriage first anniversary today, I must accompany her,I must with wife ...but how unlucky am I ! .!!nature hold up our meeting.‘I must in her union, in her hug in her embrace,“But destiny has written different in both head.”“Lighting and rains reunited today”But our unification being separated.‘So , in such moment celebrate your anniversary,“How can it be possible ?..me said, “Rains derailed life”“Make this moment enjoyed, friends said, Use it as a weapon not weakness”.“It's not easy myself... friend ..not easy”.(.wine got hold over his nervous system.)‘My wife is waiting for me, I must go, anyhow.She would make preparation for wedding anniversary.How can you reach home .in such condition railway line and bus all transport services stuck in road.no trains run on track, buses taxi not to be seen on the road running.“Relax, My friend have enjoyed your precious time tonight with wine, drink it in, drink it in!Celebrate the moments of your life,Raise the glass to your bless anniversaryHe made another Pack for me.I  drank once again.my wife called me on the phone, and I soothed her mind by receiving call.she told me  that she wore green Saree, she looked more beautiful and attractive ,she wanted me to close to prim her to touch her Saree feel.in such get up she dressed up in  traditional wear..she wore up  ankle ringlet.I heard and sensed sound of clicking her bangle over phone, and Already I get experienced of same sound.I remember first night when she first time wore ankle and I  heard the sound of it like melody .clicking and foreplay night with my wife joking and chatting, and I remember and lost into old members...I said to her “ I wish, may be with you now”My  friend made another Pack for me .alcohol got hold over My nerves and brain. I  got into intoxicating mood.If I may be today with My wife, how did night pass beautifully?...you don't know ..you can't imagine..my friend ..because is  unmarried.you don't know what is a celestial love is !“Purity is love of marriage.Real love is not in heart but spend in loneliness...my friend”..... I said.“Real love is getting experienced in separation”…..I said.“The best thing one can do in such condition is when It's raining to let it rain.let the rain kiss you let the rains beat upon your head with silver liquid drops” friend said philosophical thought.“Life is short, a couple of jokes”..and nothing less my friend nothing more .have enjoyed this moment more cheerful!!!]]]“Life is full of beauty.notice it, notice the humble bee.the small child , the smiling faces smell the rain, feel the wind live your life to the fullest potential.add light for your dreams”…..friend said to me.For a few minutes, I deeply in thought.said to my in jerking  mood.‘Meeting made in heaven, our heaven precious meeting, two couples meet each other in heaven, going to meet a second time ““you don't know how I do far love my wife”I spend my night with this second wife of wine ““What is different between wife and wine?”Wife and wine starts from some alphabet word. ‘ W’ and ends. With the same ‘how similarity happens between two word each other word...it's miracle or coincidence we call it, one give company in the danger time and lonely seclusion time. One soothe life every day.wife doses love and wine Pack dregs of drought: into lust of world of dukha, trushna sadness unhappiness .wife help us in time of legally friend who diverts us from fall into love of wine..force is abstain from it..why drinker like wine in case of loneliness.One help to forget and one help to remember things”.........I said.Neighbour door being closed. The dark hovered over. Her heartbeats palpitated. Fear took  over face. Her voice as conversation tripped a long time, mobile battery getting run out. She behaved like a child. She feared of dashing air force, jerking window pane, she scared of insects, she tried to ward off scared  insects in rambling all around rooms. Awhile light went off. Power cut off. Dark hovered over the room. Lighting struck. Cloud floating, rain dashing over roofs. Lights flashes, dashed all over door. She was a lonely creature in the room.Her contact with husband trailed away, disconnected.mobile battery run out. She fumbled and forward in dark to find candle near window side. In dim flash of lighting she found it. She struck match, and burnt candle. Flames of candle moved here and there due to wind force. The flickering of candle flames made her comfort. She made her way toward her marriage album photo. She fingers her hand. Flapped page one by one and lost into old member ed, her heart brought old memory of marriage. She dreamed,.rolled and reeled before eye ;her eyes grew dark circle hovering over,....flickering image dancing before her eyes unable to sleep her. Jerking and hissing movement of air. The breaking sound of lighting added to nuisance to her.Rainwater leaked through the roof. Dripping continued. Made  a sound of drip-drip…..!!!.enabled her sleep into night lonely. Dripping through house wall. She put   up utensil on the dripping point..it created horror sound that it scared her. Tinkling sound unable to sleep. Then she put aside utensil and remains   dripping continued instead.It was difficult to pass the whole night by lonely. The crawling insect made her life (miserable) than any other incident. She did not use to it before. The short term visitor crawling at night room when light went off. Whole room looked like a dungeon. They made their way through door scuttling side to prey upon insects.In between suddenly, candle put on the window side blown off with a gushing force. She fumbled in   search of matchbox. It found out of stock only remaining two sticks. Match box sticks run out in her fruitless two try. Room became dark house and residue of insect home. In sudden she falls off over floor unconscious mood. She got fits and dizzy feel. In flip moment went into dreamed;in deep sleep, she dreamed of her husband, and she clutched in her fist. She gripped hard. She placed her whole body over it. Clutched to chest. Twisted and squeezed it. In struggle movement she got bite.but she did not unlatch it. Caught hard unroll last sigh in her life.Following morning when neighbour came to rescue her from unlock door ,she found lying over floor unconscious; and beside album and What seen unbelievable in her hand clutched to chest.’ A snake hood’ strangled to death.They admitted her nearby hospital. She diagnosed snake bite Mark.. She went through unconscious since a month. She took a month to recover from that scary August night....End.......

Bhagavad Gita Verse 3.14
 20 September 2019  

Five Elements - In Gita Verse 3.14 All living bodies subsist on food grains, which are produced from rains. Rains are produced by performance of yajña [sacrifice], and yajña is born of prescribed duties.Not by Krishna but our Ayurveda also says that be in gratitude towards all the five elements, space(Ether), earth, water, air and fire. We worship all this five elements for being in our life and taking care of our needs. To nourish our body we need food but grain, food is combination of all the five elements.Krishna says unless we are in gratitude towards five elements and what they are giving to us we will not be doing our prescribed duties.Ayurveda evolved in the meditative minds of seers of truth - the rishis. For thousands of years their teachings were transmitted orally from teacher to disciple, and later they were set down in melodious Sanskrit poetry. Though many of these texts have been lost over time, an abundant body of Ayurvedic knowledge survives.Originating in Cosmic Consciousness, this wisdom was intuitively received in the hearts of the rishis. They perceived that consciousness was energy manifested into the five basic principles or elements.The rishis perceived that in the beginning the world existed in an unmanifested state of consciousness. From that state of unified consciousness. the subtle vibrations of the cosmic soundless sound aum manifested. From that vibration there first appeared the Ether element. This ethereal element then began to move; its subtle movements created the Air, which is Ether in action. The movement of Ether produced friction, and through that friction heat was generated. Particles of heat-energy combined to form intense light and from this light the Fire element manifested.Thus, Ether manifested into Air and it was the same Ether that further manifested into Fire. Through the heat of the Fire, certain ethereal elements dissolved and liquified, manifesting the Water element, and then solidified to form the molecules of Earth. In this way. Ether manifested into the four elements of Air, Fire, Water, and Earth.From Earth, all organic living bodies including those in the vegetable kingdom such as herbs and grains, and those in the animal kingdom. including man, are created. Earth also contains the inorganic substances that comprise the mineral kingdom. Thus, out of the womb of the Five Elements all matter is born.The five basic elements exist in all matter. Water provides the classic example: the solid state of water, ice, is a manifestation of the Earth principle. Latent heat (Fire) in the ice liquifies it, manifesting the Water principle; and then eventually it turns into steam, expressing the Air principle. The steam disappears into Ether, or space. Thus the five basic elements; Ether, Air, Fire, Water and Earth, are present in one substance. All five originated in the energy issuing from Cosmic Consciousness: all five are present in all matter in the universe. Thus, energy and matter are one.Man as Microcosm.Man is a microcosm of nature and so the five basic elements present in all matter also exist within each individual.Ayurveda regards the human body and its sensory experiences as manifestations of cosmic energy expressed in the five basic elements. The ancient rishis perceived that these elements sprang from pure Cosmic Consciousness. Ayurveda aims to enable each individual to bring his body into a perfect harmonious relationship with that Consciousness.Krishna by saying that unless you live from your subjectivity you will not realise this five element from which our body is made and having expression of cosmic energy.

Bhagavad Gita Verse 2.62
 27 August 2019  

Attachment, Lust And Anger - In Gita Verse 2.62 While contemplating the objects of the senses, a person develops attachment for them, and from such attachment lust develops, and from lust anger arises.Krishna is giving a hint how we grow in our unconsciousness. Step by step. When we are in objective world we become unconscious, we move towards attachments, from there to lust and from lust we totally become blind towards ourselves and get angry.In my several blogs I had written regarding attachments. Today in this blog we will understand our lust and how to transcend or come back to our awareness.When lust is transformed and you enter into the city of love, you enter unattached. Remember, that is their definition of love. If love has attachment in it, it is lust, If love has no attachment in it, only then is it not lust. When you are in lust you are not really thinking of the other, thinking of your beloved or lover. You are simply using the other for your own ends. And of course, attachment is bound to be there, because you would like to possess him, and you would like to possess him or her forever. Because tomorrow also you may need, the day after tomorrow also you may need. You need a lover and you want to possess him.LOVE is a gift. You give; you need not be worried about whether tomorrow he will be there to receive or not. Because a lover can give to the trees, to the rocks. A lover can give to the emptiness of the sky. A lover can simply flower and send his fragrance to the winds, even if nobody is there. Just think: Buddha sitting under his Bodhi tree, alone, full of love, overflowing.... Not that somebody is there to receive, but God is always there to receive, in so many forms, in so many ways.Lust is greed, lust is attachment, lust is possessiveness. Love needs no possession, love knows no attachment, because love is not greed. Love is a gift. It is a sharing. You have found something; your heart is full, your fruits are ripe. You hanker that somebody should come and share. It is unconditional; who you share with does not matter. But you are so full of it that you would like to be unburdened - as when clouds are full of vapour it descends as rain. Sometimes it rains in a forest, sometimes it rains on a hill, sometimes it rains in a desert, hence they the clouds rain. The fact where they rain is irrelevant. They are so full they have to descend as rain. A lover is so full he becomes a cloud, full of lovewater; he has to rain. That raining is spontaneous.If you cannot become self-alert in your lust then you will be in anger, which is peak of unconsciousness. From there also we can come back to our consciousness.Anger, jealousy, envy, greed, competitiveness...all our problems are very small, but our ego magnifies them, makes them as big as it can.The ego cannot do otherwise; its anger also has to be great. By its great anger, and great misery, and great greed, and great ambition it becomes great.But you are not the ego, you are only a watcher. Just stand by the side and let all the thousands of horses pass – let us see how long it takes for them to pass. There is no need to be worried. As they come – they are wild – they will go. But we don’t miss even a small donkey; we immediately jump on it! You don’t need thousands of wild horses. Just a small thing, and you are full of anger and fire. You will laugh about it later on, at how stupid you were.If you can watch, without getting involved, as if it is something on the screen of a movie house or of a TV screen...something is passing; watch it. You are not supposed to do anything to prevent it, to repress it, to destroy it, to pull out a sword and kill it, because from where will you get the sword? – from the same source as the anger is coming. It is all imagination.And when anger disappears without any struggle, it leaves behind it a tremendously beautiful and silent and loving state.The same energy that could have become a fight with the anger is left within you. Pure energy is delight – I am quoting William Blake: “Energy is delight” – just energy, without any name, without any adjective.... But you never allow energy to be pure. Either it is anger, or hate, or love, or greed, or desire. It is always involved in something; you never allow it in its purity.Every time anything arises in you, is a great chance to experience pure energy. Just watch, and the donkey will go. It may raise a little dust, but that dust also settles on its own; you don’t have to settle it. You simply wait. Don’t move from waiting and watching, and soon you will find yourself surrounded by a pure energy that has not been used in fighting, in repressing, or in being angry.And energy is certainly delight. Once you know the secret of delight, you will enjoy every emotion; and every emotion arising in you is a great opportunity.Just watch, and bring a shower of delight on your being.Gradually all these emotions will disappear; they will not come back again – they don’t come uninvited. Watchfulness, or alertness, or awareness, or consciousness, are all different names of the same phenomenon: witnessing. That is the key word.Krishna gave every step how we can go into unconsciousness, if you at any stage become watcher and can witness the present moment immediately everything will change into bliss, grace, and you are whole. Krishna is telling all these steps to Arjuna because he wanted Arjuna to know that what he is undergoing right now is very natural and normal . A Caliber person like you only becomes a watcher to the whole war and witness it.

Welded Mesh Fence Recommended for a Safe Home
 1 October 2019  
Art

What kind of fences are nice for your home?If you want a safe home then we recommend you to install a welded mesh fence around it. This will help your home to remain safe from intruders and thieves. Such kind of fencing is created with the help of wires made of carbon steel. They are rust proof and are available in the market in many attractive shapes and sizes.The best thing about these fences is that they are affordable in price. Most such fences are created by doing galvanizing of the mesh wires. They have a very durable infra structure due to which your home will be safe in many ways. Just install such a fence around your home and feel the difference in your life.Metallic fencing the best option for a safe homeWhen you install such fencing at your home then you will get many kind of benefits. Take for example during winter mornings you can enjoy privacy with these fences while having tea and breakfast. During summer nights you can install badminton nets within these fencings and play badminton. Today fencing made of metals like carbon steel and aluminum are very much popular due to their durability. You can even electrify these fences if such services are available in your city. If you paint these fences with anti rust polish then they will be safe from rust during rains. Due to these reasons many home owners are installing such fencings around their living place.Galvanizing can create a durable fenceWhen you do galvanizing of your welded mesh fence then it becomes more safe and hard to break by intruders. You will need galvanizing especially when you choose a fencing made of carbon steel or other metals that are ductile. Such kind of mesh wires are good to make a hard and notorious fence around your home. Just create such a fence and feel the difference in your life style. Today you can even get fence creating services on the internet and order them at a low cost. 

PRAVAAH : THE MOTION OF WATER
 26 March 2018  
Art

The Flux, the change in flow, in current, movement, in moments of life.Humans are forever stuck in the hyperboles of their own imaginations and expressions. To relate to a metaphysical hydraulogical phenomenon is to experience life through the flow of water. The structural capacity of water is that of a fluid. The fluid, unlike oil, which makes breathe; unlike acid,which saves more, corrodes less.Water hence, provides a lesson for the pravaah(flow) we all need in healthy living. To endure, collect and proceed…   Flow through life with a sense of fluidity,taking shape to the circumstancesthat create the person you are meant to be. When an object traverses through universe in due time,kinetic, potential, stored, all of which, caused by the movement of the substance nurtures energy. Flowing water is a form of energy. Yes, the world has progressed in utilising the hydel power and hydraulic stations, the polities and economies of some countries revolve around them. Where the amazon rainforest has been dependent on existing reserves of hydropower, China produces 856 kw hydroelectric power annually. However I wish to highlight the intellect behind this energy of water. Sparkling Water? The moment it touches your throat, it flows through the surface that existed, erodes the friction and calms your being. When we think of the energy in stored glaciers and bottles, it almost feels solid. Contained. Abstained. So much so that whence we experience a natural or a virtual flow, it teleports us to a place of serenity and tranquility. The moment the shower spouts water on your head, the sense of thirst for peace and refreshment is enlightened. Be an ever flowing river and dance through life,flowing beautifully from one place to another.Glide to the destination of life that awaits. If we indulge in mind mapping, we would realise this phenomenon in depth, as to how our thoughts too are a flow of emotions and ideas. To surpass a phase in life, to move on, we must attempt to not stay put, but move. It is funny how for how people who worship the still water. For it is in a constant state of departure, while still arriving. We realise action when it is at position of unrest. Now it can be when the cloud rains pour, brooks babble across banks and produce froth or even then when see a tear roll down the cheek. It creates a moment of unsteadiness. And also a moment to not to stop. life is like river rapids, strong and powerful.times, we must know when to paddle gentlythrough a slow-moving stream.Wherever you are in your present practice and life,be mindful as to what fluidity your mind and body is craving. Water is the mother of fire and on earth only do we preside.Out of the three elements in existence, water, in my opinion holds the strongest and the most integrated position. I have seen my work and toil fall and turn into rubble within nanoseconds, I have seen alive beings burn to ashes. I didn’t have much to take from my grandfather after he expired, but his teachings on finding the flow stuck to my heart. Next time when you’re stuck in a puddle or a storm, remember to be like the flowing water. Remember to have a pravaah.

Life, love and living
 13 March 2018  

Many, many years ago, a sage was meditating on a Himalayan peak. Majestic dales and solitary vales sprawled around were all aglow with the divine streak.Though the birds chirped songs, and rain poured down in throngs, he was unmovable, lost in a deep trance.In winters, icy cold storms blew and the snow around and over him was all aglow with its chilling primitiveness. His soul but was safe somewhere in the cosy warmth of transcendental realisation.In autumn, wind-fallen leaves sailed down with slumberous tumble, and ripe fruits fell proudly, adventurously for a juicy, pleasant crumble. He still was somewhere else when the nature opened these marvellous jewels from her treasure trove.In spring, wild flowers fully unfurled their fragrance and smile, and honey-bees engaged in dawn to dusk toil. He but was unmoved and transported into a state where the ecstasies of natural bounties don’t mean anything anymore.Summer’s warm days sprayed desultory, eerie uneasiness around, and cool nights proudly embraced this son with his soul heaven-bound. Still it didn’t matter. He was undisturbed and was silently moving on his meditative path.Once it was a full moon autumn night. A fairy was flying amid milky delight. A perfect calmness pervaded the solitary vales. Everything was asleep, bathed in the softest fluffy shades of white. The fairy flew low over the peaks glowing under the moonlight. The seer was lost in his trance in front of his cave, the beauty of nature sprawled around meaningless to him.She saw him and hovered around the sanctimonious air of his sagehood. A small, harmless mischief rustled in her young, innocent heart. She circled in the air above him. Her laughter touched the milky sea around and created soft ripples. Her unbelievably soft dress rustled in the gentle breeze born of her circles. It but did not have any effect on him. He was engrossed too deep in the cosmic balance beyond the sensory contradictions and dualities. The more she looked, the more was the urge in her to bring him back to the beauty of this world, to fetch him from the deep ocean where his soul had dived.His exquisitely masculine physique and persona created tempted sparks on her magic stick. She tried all juicily leering feminine tricks. But her desire-lorn swirls in the air failed to move him even a bit. Helplessly she descended onto the earth. There were almost tears of helplessness in her beautiful eyes. She sat in front of him with those rose-red lips pursed in a heart-breaking frown.Her marvellous eyes were lost in his handsome, bearded, well sculpted face. It was mesmerizing. There was not a single worldly trace on his face. She herself was caught in a trance and lost the sense of time and the laws of the fairyland. The night sped away as if in a jiffy.The day rose. The sun arrived with full earthly delight. There was terror in her eyes. The hope to return to her realm died. She had broken the law of her land by not returning on the same night after the brief terrestrial sojourn. The realisation crashed against her soft self like a thunderbolt. Her utmost sensuous bare shoulders heaved under the tremors of this unpardonable fault. A cry involuntarily tore through her slender throat. And then it was a still bigger violation.His serenely flowing meditative phrase met this sinful, full-stopping dot. His communion with the divinity was broken. His long-closed eyes opened. The world of his penance lay scattered. His fiercely burning eyes stared at the flower in sobs and sighs. Her large, flooded eyes pleaded for mercy. But the fire in his unforgiving eyes was unrelenting and cursing.The fabric of his serenity was torn. The sage thundered, “You proud, vain woman of egoistic beauty, become an ugly bush of thorns!”Mowed down by the spell of his cursing energy, an ugly bush stood in place of that angelic beauty. All shaken and ravaged, he left the place. A thorny branch, meanwhile, got entangled in his loin cloth, as if for meek, pleading forgiveness and brace. He but scornfully jerked it apart and headed to some other place for a new start.Time then took to its heels on swift horses. The seasons changed. The spring’s colourful patterns were rearranged. The summer’s warm kisses melted the snows. The autumn’s harvest uncomplainingly fell to the air’s chiding blows. The winter’s snowy blanket covered the peaks. And rains lashed down in stormy freaks.This pleasant wavering of nature, however, couldn’t shake the sage from the meditative maze high there in the hills. Faraway down the hills, the accursed bush was shrouded in thorny haze. It struggled to sprout fruits and flowers. Even cursing has a testing time against soft, innocent glow of purity. How can something having a fairy core remain ugly and thorny for too long? Her pure soul entombed in that thorny shrine prayed for penance. And see, a flower of her fruits sprouts forth!A flower blossomed among the thorns. So beautiful! It lit up with life among the thorns and deadly pale dark brown branches. It appeared juxtaposed by a miracle, like it had dropped from the heaven and got stuck there. It was the day when the enlightened sage arrived from the north. Contented with his cosmic realisation, he came down the beautiful dale. As he passed the bush, his purified soul sensed the thorny shrub’s plaintive wail. His feet disobeyed him and he couldn’t move. The lone flower among the thorns fell at his feet in holy-most obeisance and greet. He picked it up and was lost in its fragrance.The thorn was ugly. The flower so beautiful and fragrant! What contradiction! Flowery heaven and thorny hell together! The latter born of his cursing condemnation; the flower born of the beauty behind the thorny bars. It was a jolting earthly realisation. Hadn’t he broken the beautifully set laws?Torrents of repentance cut through him. He bid penance at the altar for a long time. His repenting self set around a reformative shrine. His soul drenched in painful chime. He braced the thorns with the love and affection purest of the pure. It gave him bleeding fingers so many times. He caressed and cared for it like it was the beautiful most flowery shrub. He was practicing his penance now, of love, of surrender, of repentance. What else can be bigger than these?When his soul had been salvaged of the sin, nobody could bet against her for a win. There she blossomed in front of him. Beauty, charm and grace filled to the brim. Her smile was forgetting and forgiving. It was the beacon of her penance, of love, of beauty. Inside the stony walls of his heart, a new luminosity was now thriving. The sage embraced her. She, who had been separated from her loved ones, got the earthling she had fallen for. Happiness, bliss and calm opened a new door to the start of a fresh cycle of life, love and humanity.All but the sage had been extinguished by the cataclysm. The lone and forlorn survivor, he had been striking at the doors of heaven with his endless questions. Now there was no more pursuit. The endless had manifested itself in a small sip of love. Now they lived as a man and a woman. New hopes, aspirations and offspring began to thrive.Thus were sown the seeds of another spell and cycle of life, of creation. Their unchecked love in those flowery vales left countless exotic trails. Gurgling brooks gave company to her primordially sensuous laughter. His instinct’s procreating sprouts mingled with the mirthful waters of her receptiveness.