I saw a man sitting at the corner of street at Gausala. Dirty clothes and muddy skin, he looked dirty. There was a huge crowd of people as mother's day sale was going on. A huge percentage of discount was offered in gifts and ladies items. Lots of womens were surrounding the shops, moving from one stall to another, in search of perfect gift and bargaining for the proper price. I was just passing by the road and I was in hurry, some faces and emotions got captured in my eyes and my brain started to analyse them. Happy faces, pretending to be happy faces, not so happy faces and some sad faces. Emotions depends upon circumstances and their situations and those circumstances were mirrored by the gifts they were purchasing. Those who wanted and could were buying expensive gifts and many were just trying to get something so that the day would pass by with head held high among others. Mother's day buzz was taking over all news that day. Facebook walls were filled by mothers photos and greatness slogans. I was happy that at least one day in the whole year whatever people do, wherever they are they are pausing for a moment and remembering their mother and her importance in their life.
I was just walking faster looking all round the crowd, feeling happy. And then I realised I eyes used to stop for a while to take a peek at that man. I started to wonder if he had a mother or where she could be. I wondered if he too wanted to buy a gift for her. I was walking fast when suddenly someone called my name. I stopped and looked around to find my friend with his girlfriend alongside. He said they were here because she wanted to buy a gift for her mother. She had bought sindur. I had heard somewhere that daughters should not gift sindur to mother and I didn't want to tell her that but I can't control reflexes, it got out of my mouth. Her face fell. Both started a logics war against my statement. At last they decided to go out in the market again and get something different. I wondered how she thought only a sindur was a perfect gift for her mother in this ocean of gifts. And my friend he had nothing in his hand for his mother, I felt like asking but I controlled my reflexes this time. I just bid goodbye and walked on. I was nearing the corner of the street and was noticing the man more closer. I could see his eyes were red and wet. He must have been crying. And I realised that he was staring at me. I felt awkward. I looked towards the other side and increased my pace. I could feel his red eyes continously staring and him getting closer. He caught my hand. His hands were cold, cold as that of a dead man. Cold as an ice. I woke up due to chill. I was in a completely different place. I realised it was a temple, it was inside pashupatinath temple. I was wearing a robe and so were other hundreds of people around me. Everyone was looking above, scared. I looked above towards the sky. The sky was all dark shaped as a hurricane and in its centre a very bright light just falling down straight to the golden shrine of the temple. The temple was all open, no silver walls or metals barries. Im the light was the man. That man was there! I could see him. I could listen him. His voice was divine. It was getting into my senses and reflexes. He was talking about gods, goddess, the creators and destroyers. He was talking about mothers and their childrens. Their relationship. He was talking about Kunti, sita, ganga, Kausalya and Kaikai. He was telling the stories of Nikasa, Kayadu, Parbati and prithivi. He was explaining motherhood as the beginning and as the end. He said that all life start from mother's suffering of unbearable pain. That pain is for her because after her child is born she shall not again face any sort of pain. The child will provide so much happiness in her life to forget that pain. But the design was faulted. He said that mothers beared pain from starting and continued to face pain till the end. Her child hacked the design. And it was against the law governing life. So it was the time for punishment, time for justice, time for revelation. And its mother's revelation, she shall decide the justice. People began to cry and wail when they heard this. They shouted and revolted against the ultimate. They realised their greatest sin of life. Their greatest mistake. They mistaken in recognition of god, they forgot that god was creator and the destroyer. They forgot where they came from and who was the creator. They completely ignored the fact that after creation its compulsion for destruction, as nothing can survive forever. They searched gods in stones and ignored the living goddess. They screamed and started to pray for forgiveness. All their life they talked about mothers love, they bought gifts for her, they loved her but no none soul seemed confident that they would be saved. All had a demon they had adopted against the goddess. They all wanted to go back and correct their mistake. Just one chance to recognise the real god and surrender all the faith.
He announced the time of revelation. And everyone were saved. Mother showed her greatness once again. The greatest blessing of forgiveness.
I was just walking faster looking all round the crowd, feeling happy. And then I realised I eyes used to stop for a while to take a peek at that man. I started to wonder if he had a mother or where she could be. I wondered if he too wanted to buy a gift for her. I was walking fast when suddenly someone called my name. I stopped and looked around to find my friend with his girlfriend alongside. He said they were here because she wanted to buy a gift for her mother. She had bought sindur. I had heard somewhere that daughters should not gift sindur to mother and I didn't want to tell her that but I can't control reflexes, it got out of my mouth. Her face fell. Both started a logics war against my statement. At last they decided to go out in the market again and get something different. I wondered how she thought only a sindur was a perfect gift for her mother in this ocean of gifts. And my friend he had nothing in his hand for his mother, I felt like asking but I controlled my reflexes this time. I just bid goodbye and walked on. I was nearing the corner of the street and was noticing the man more closer. I could see his eyes were red and wet. He must have been crying. And I realised that he was staring at me. I felt awkward. I looked towards the other side and increased my pace. I could feel his red eyes continously staring and him getting closer. He caught my hand. His hands were cold, cold as that of a dead man. Cold as an ice. I woke up due to chill. I was in a completely different place. I realised it was a temple, it was inside pashupatinath temple. I was wearing a robe and so were other hundreds of people around me. Everyone was looking above, scared. I looked above towards the sky. The sky was all dark shaped as a hurricane and in its centre a very bright light just falling down straight to the golden shrine of the temple. The temple was all open, no silver walls or metals barries. Im the light was the man. That man was there! I could see him. I could listen him. His voice was divine. It was getting into my senses and reflexes. He was talking about gods, goddess, the creators and destroyers. He was talking about mothers and their childrens. Their relationship. He was talking about Kunti, sita, ganga, Kausalya and Kaikai. He was telling the stories of Nikasa, Kayadu, Parbati and prithivi. He was explaining motherhood as the beginning and as the end. He said that all life start from mother's suffering of unbearable pain. That pain is for her because after her child is born she shall not again face any sort of pain. The child will provide so much happiness in her life to forget that pain. But the design was faulted. He said that mothers beared pain from starting and continued to face pain till the end. Her child hacked the design. And it was against the law governing life. So it was the time for punishment, time for justice, time for revelation. And its mother's revelation, she shall decide the justice. People began to cry and wail when they heard this. They shouted and revolted against the ultimate. They realised their greatest sin of life. Their greatest mistake. They mistaken in recognition of god, they forgot that god was creator and the destroyer. They forgot where they came from and who was the creator. They completely ignored the fact that after creation its compulsion for destruction, as nothing can survive forever. They searched gods in stones and ignored the living goddess. They screamed and started to pray for forgiveness. All their life they talked about mothers love, they bought gifts for her, they loved her but no none soul seemed confident that they would be saved. All had a demon they had adopted against the goddess. They all wanted to go back and correct their mistake. Just one chance to recognise the real god and surrender all the faith.
He announced the time of revelation. And everyone were saved. Mother showed her greatness once again. The greatest blessing of forgiveness.
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