It was time. The sun had arrived when he decided going to bed again. After last night chocolate truffle, the cough had soared. The times are odd. Eversince electricity arrived people were seen forgetting the Sun.
Breathe in breathe out.
In the new cities, statisticians were collecting some data. It was seen that children of non-meat eating parents were picking pizzas of a particular shop called fat lulu in their dreams because they were the only ones where vegetarian was written.
For many months, the voice inside had been asking him to leave dairy, and when it is the best time to be a cow in India. He thought, milk like few other well marketed products have been projected as a necessity to humanity. So he started writing alternatives, to the unmarked ones and whenever any untested eatable came to his mind.
Moon and Sun.
While riding back home along the river one evening, Nara saw a beggar sitting upright. It was strange, beggars like him, more so with a summer shirt and half pants do not sit in inspiring lotus postures. Nara stopped to observe. The beggar for many minutes held his left nostril called moon and would only breathe in from his right called sun. When he opened his eyes, seeing Nara, he smiled. And the only words he could say were, its very cold my child. He closed his eyes again, and went back black to balance his body temperature
One day the road led him to an elite market, he saw a fruit man selling watermelon and grapes in November cold. Is there something called a season anymore? Because time seems to have taken a back seat. Yet he stopped, thinking all fruits are good, but where’s the seed?
When his german sister called he was eating Papaya and counting its chewing in his mind, to make sure he reaches thirty two before he could put the next slice.
Standing, his eyes stopped at a few children who were praying and garlanding their parents. It was a sight. Who prays first of all. And to their parents!! Did something happen? Many Mothers, fathers were seated on chairs at a podium. And possibly their children were taking innumerable rounds around them with marigold garlands and a ghee lamp. Smiling parents looked proud and satisfied, taking many selfies. Together they all sang and danced afterwards when a young little girl suddenly came upfront and stood beside Nara, she wore no shoes, her bare feet touching earth and her eyes trying to looking at his desirously or could it be the oldest way of asking. But she stood watching, she was different. And the moment he dropped his gaze on her, she overturned, her waist like rubber, spine made of elastic, summersaulted standing backwards where she was. Her prize was a large plate of Papayas, Watermelon, Grapes, and many other fruits that are never found in November.
All the magic that is there in the world lies in water, said Maharaj Ji. I had seen him drinking water like no one else. Every living being apart from human sips water, he said. You know sipping ! Look at that squirrel, or any birds, lion, cats, dogs; they naturally cant swallow water but drink one drop at a time like breath. I am no master neither i attended any school; and anyways no one tells you these things at school. But if you want this nectar to do magic within you, if you want to be healthy, if you want to never be taken over by any disease; forget swallowing water. Sit down and drink it sip by sip.
Anyways, keep breathing deep.
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If today is the first time you have arrived on The Road to Nara, you are heartily welcome ~ Namaste
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I will take this opportunity to introduce you to About me and importantly;
As a co-traveller, taking you through the Ten Lessons I learnt from several years on the road, before you coarse on your own Road to Nara.
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