Karthi recovered from his sleep but he could not wake up. He was in a semi-conscious state. He could not feel the alien now. Looks like he's not around. Where did he go?
'I'll be gone soon. You will have to face everything alone.' Karthi remembered what he had said. Did it go that way? No, he would not have gone that way without informing. He is good friend. One who tells bitter truths without sugar coating them. That is to make him understand ‘Don’t be fooled that everything is fine. Everything in your world is headed for destruction. '
He called the evil forces as cancer cells that would seek destruction. What he told was so deeply ingrained in Karthi's mind. It was frightened him even in his present state of semi-consciousness.
"Every cell in the human body has a job, and when it is done, it dies. It is created and destroyed to do the work assigned to it to nurture and protect the body. It has no other personal purpose. But cancer cells are not like that. They operate for a personal selfish purpose without a health purpose. They do not perish, but continue to grow. Those cells multiply and become strong, causing other orderly cells to become inactive. If they do, they will destroy the body before they perish. ”
It seemed to Karthi that the politicians and bureaucrats who were not satisfied with amassing billions in assets and adding more and more to the monster were cancer cells. In a few crores not only their basic needs but even the most luxurious needs will be satisfied. As such, it seemed to him that the tendency of some to unjustly multiply their needs and earnings by exploiting even the wealth available to them while millions of people were plowing without even the basic necessities was the course of the destruction of a society.
Today, political entrant’s earnings are said to be in the millions. That is not to say that the income of others will be the same. Even though his brother is an MP and his father is a minister, he cannot justify this. Despite being a very close loving family they both never talked to him about their earnings. They were more wary of him than they were of the opposition and the media.
His thoughts stood still and he saw a ruined temple through the darkness before his eyes. Inside the dim light the fearsome Bhadrakali statue was visible. Bhadrakali looked furious. Bhadrakali's eyes widened. Bhadrakali's eyes shone like fire. He thought that half the light must have come from those eyes. Those eyes looked at him. Next, Kali's eight hands shook. On the right hand side were four scepters, a knife, a machete, and a parrot. She carried the shield, the bell, and the skull on all four left hand side. Everything seemed realistic for a moment. He heard a hour glass percussion sound from somewhere. Kali started dancing. Karthi felt like the cosmos was playing with her. He saw the immense beauty in every move as Kali played fast with the percussion. Suddenly the percussion sound stopped. Kali became an idol again. The serene silence began to prevail.
Just then Karthi saw someone standing in the dark in the distance looking at the temple. Would Kali's dance have continued if he had not come? The face of the beholder is not clear. But his eyes shone brightly in that darkness. The man stood like an idol for a while and looked at the temple. Then slowly he started walking towards the temple. He looked back before entering the temple. Immediately everything disappeared. Who?
Karthi assumed it must be a dream. Because only dreams will stop suddenly. It was at this thought that the ruined temple came to light again. Now it was visible in the young sun of the evening. Karthi thought dream will not to continue like this. The statue of Bhadrakali was seen again inside the temple. Garbage dry leaves lay around the statue of Kali. Despite the rubbish, Bhadrakali was in a serene state. As the evening began to fade, a majestic man was walking towards the temple. Karthi suspected that this was the man he had seen in the dark in the previous scene. His eyes were also radiant. But holiness was evident in these eyes. Suddenly the scene also disappeared. Karthi felt the alien's proximity.
Karthi was fully awake.
"You came in the middle of my strange dream."
"No it was not a dream. Both were real scenes. ”
Karthi was stunned.
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The Master let go off the anger and frustration that had arisen within him for a few seconds. This is not the moment to lose the balance in anger and self-pity. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Then slowly pulled out the trident stone. It came without difficulty. 'How could he have taken it?' The question came to mind. He put the stone down in amazement on how perfect he had taken the trident stone without breaking the wall and damaging the other stone. There was a large hole in the middle of the stone that was under the trident stone when he looked at the place where the stone was moved. He checked that place and his hand grabbed a small wooden box. Took it out. He opened the box and looked inside. It was empty. It was not meant to be empty. His Guru had told him that it was important for him to have the most important pieces of information that day in that moment. The sages of their movement had said that there was something of a reference to the power that had held them back from repentance for so many years.
It was taken away by the enemy. How does he know about this place and that reference? When did he come here and picked it up? What was in that reference? A barrage of questions arose in his mind as to whether the enemy was likely to use it to his advantage. After placing the wooden box in the same place, master stood before the deity.
“Did your powers waned out when the pujas were stopped? Our Rishis kept it in your protection behind you in your shrine when there were so many places to keep secret. Isn't it your duty to protect it? You have deceived me, mother,” he lamented.
For a moment the Kali idol seemed to come to life. He felt as if Bhadrakali was standing realistically. It was only that moment. The next moment Kali had turned into an idol. The master looked at the deity in amazement and bowed down in reverence and got up, regardless of the debris on the floor. As he got up he saw Guru's pen fall down. With the falling speed the pen opened into two halves. A piece of paper was rolled up around the 'refill' inside the pen.
As the master took it in his hand in astonishment he heard someone coming galloping.