Words and faces that enter the eyes as a flash are the ones that require a higher degree of thoughts to be pondered after. We happen to ignore them for no reason but are somehow bound with them due to reasons which we will never become aware of. When destiny starts to play with life and days become miserable, we plan to exercise our mind with thoughts of happiness and abilities. This is the point where every road has its own sets of reasons and to add more, mind chooses the one that has got a higher level of associated ascendancy . The hoard that is generates is existent for a while and when the pacification starts to fire from the internals , it goes in search of more braziers.
Vishwambharan happens to have left his house when he was 29 , he never cared about his 2 year daughter or his wife who happened to be 12 years younger than him. The entire family was proud of this action except for the two. The role played by Vishwam happened to be a vital one as this was the path that one in thousands chose. The path that had its thorns and sponges , the path of the righteous. Life was taking a turn and it was pride and glory surrounding everywhere.
Thirty years passed by, sitting beneath the Banyan tree and watching the hundreds of carcasses walking around, the mind of the sanyasi suddenly remembered its daughter. All these years of ignorance could have created a rising wave of rage inside Meena, "I need to see my little one ", he thought.
The journey that had started every third year again restarted.The past was flashing again. "How will I be able to leave my lord and go to my daughter?" I should probably speak to Gurudev; But what would he tell- "Mere thoughts of materials are what you are still living with, the scars will always be scars only if you care about them". No!, consulting the guru would still mean breach of conduct. I must live upto myself and start the journey. Afterall , she is the only one I have.
