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Journey of the soul (The Calling)-short story/meditation inspired by verses from the SB
It was a splendid peaceful summer night. The Moon Goddess was silently and imperceptibly walking her path. It was a clear sky with a plethora of shining stars. Only from time to time, a cloud would appear on the horizon, but the Moon Goddess, with her majestic hands, would very caringly dispel it from her path. Here and there, a shooting star would reach its final destination and would fade into stardust. The forest was asleep. The trees were quietly dancing with the slight breeze coming from the south. Most of the forest creatures were in a deep slumber. Apart from the nocturnal birds, which were caringly producing their midnight symphony.
There was no living soul to be found when our heroine approached the path entering the forest, except for the mysterious calling, that has brought our heroine here. This special calling was coming from deep inside the forest. It was so attractive that our heroine did not care for any external circumstances. Her only motive was to find the source. So she started walking on the forest path. She walked and walked and the path was swaying sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. She lost a sense of time and space. Her only focus was on the calling that was coming from the heart of the forest. It was so attractive. Suddenly, something from inside her heart made her look at the side of the path. She realized the diversity of beautiful flowers that were scattered on the side of the path. The mysterious calling made her start picking these flowers. They were all kinds of colours- pink, purple, yellow, orange. So our heroine grabbed a bunch of them and carried on walking towards the heart of the forest. She walked and walked. The more she walked, the more she had the feeling she was walking towards a place that she actually belonged to. As she was getting closer, a sense of Home aroused in her heart. She knew she has been there before. As she was getting closer to the heart of the forest, the mysterious calling turned into a melody. The closer she was getting, the easier was for our heroine to start discerning musical instruments and tumultuous sounds coming from the beings dancing and happily shouting. The path swayed to the left and then to the right, and again to the left. She arrived. She was there, in the heart of the forest, where the mysterious calling was manifesting.
Our heroine was so mesmerised by the scenery that was unfolding in front of her very eyes. There were drums, there were fireplaces, there was food, and there were bells. It was a festival of a sort. Everybody appeared stunningly beautiful. Everybody wore colourful dresses and ankle bells. Everybody was ecstatically dancing and singing. Everybody was smiling and laughing. Their smiles were illuminating the whole place. Suddenly, someone noticed our heroine and told everybody. Rapidly, everybody stopped dancing and singing, and all looked at the newcomer. Everybody was smiling at our heroine. Then, from the middle of the dancing circle, a young beautiful Boy with bluish skin and effulgent face, and His consort, a beautiful young Girl with golden skin, approached our heroine. Both of them kindly extended their hands towards our heroine.
Suddenly, the Boy said:
‘-Welcome Home! Shall we dance?’
Our heroine replied, rather reluctantly:
‘-But I don’t know how to dance.’
The blue Boy extended His hands and replied:
‘-Don’t worry, everybody knows how to dance… it’s natural.’
Our heroine replied:
‘-Okay… I can try I guess.’
Then, the blue Boy’s consort grabbed the flowers that our heroine had brought. Next, the golden-skin Girl quickly and artfully made a flower crown and offered it to our heroine:
‘- Put these flowers on your head, they will make you fit in! Come on! There is no time to waste! Let’s dance!’
All of sudden, the music started again and the festival carried on. At that moment, our heroine realised that she was Actually Home. She was at the Home of her heart!
This is just fabulous! You have written such a mesmerizing story, I was completely drawn into your descriptions and creativity! Well done you are creating the magic of Bhagavatam in our hearts,"It was a splendid peaceful summer night. The Moon Goddess was silently and imperceptibly walking her path. It was a clear sky with a plethora of shining stars. Only from time to time, a cloud would appear on the horizon, but the Moon Goddess, with her majestic hands, would very caringly dispel it from her path. Here and there, a shooting star would reach its final destination and would fade into stardust. The forest was asleep. The trees were quietly dancing with the slight breeze coming from the south. Most of the forest creatures were in a deep slumber. Apart from the nocturnal birds, which were caringly producing their midnight symphony.:
And this is my favourite part:
"The blue Boy extended His hands and replied:
‘-Don’t worry, everybody knows how to dance… it’s natural."
What we want you to do now is to pick and clearly establish your Topic it could be Bhagavatam and Heart, Bhavagatam and Goddesses or Bhagavatam and MAGIC!
Thank you for sharing! This is surely a piece of art!
@harika_ Thank you for the kind words! I am glad that you liked it!
Yes, I suppose this short story would be classified under the Topic Bhagavatam and the Heart.
That's a beautiful Topic, I look forward to reading more! Will share the Writer's Guide with you tomorrow and you can start writing away!