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Manakottai - Mauni

Ten years ago, when he was studying higher in Pattinam, his parents tried to get him married. Each time they were interrupted by some random interruption, without any apparent reason. They disappeared one by one. He had given up a high office and was spending his time in his village in the freedom of property. Alone as a child and without close relatives, he used to live with respect among the other villagers in an honest friendship.


For the last few years, his life seemed to be drifting off course, without meaning or direction. The mind rejects arbitrariness. himself, his circumstances and events. Unity is required. One of the situations, the experience requires expansion and change of mind. He often has a thought that he sees the life of the world as a big situation, to realize that his acquaintance can never be right, and to see the life of a crazy dream. The mind becomes tormented, as if everything is God's Sankalpam, there is no hope of letting go of oneself. His looks, mannerisms, speech habits, everything together. Involved in a strange sin. Even those who don't know him should see him. Ava will be giving to know. In this way, he seems to be a philanthropist.

He often leaves the town and goes abroad for months at a time. Big cities, small cities, kshetras and ancient historical symbols do not fit into any definition, the Siddha seems to be the path, his journeys. So far he has been around more than four or five grades in this way. Now, it has been more than four and a half months since he left the town. Returning and starving, he stayed in a hotel room thinking that he could stay there for a few days.

In known poverty, there are no duties to go around the town. A couple of days passed by, occasionally going out for a little while, walking a little distance, seeing his old friends who appeared here and there, talking to him a little, and spending the rest of the time in his room. One evening, while walking along a street, some people passed him talking, and they turned and saw him. Knowing him, someone asked, 'What's wrong with you? - When' he said. They are friends who studied with him. And he thought they were talking about him as they passed him. '-He himself - no like him - no he himself'. It was everyone's speech, one's speech, and he was speaking in doubt about himself, in any way, in a way that gave meaning. It surprised him. With this thought, he laughed and talked with them.

"Even your smile has changed" he was talking about himself and other friends without asking anything about him. Another said, 'Even yesterday we were talking about Shankar. We even remembered you and talked about you. When we saw you, we even suspected that it was you. Do you know that Shankar died? -' he said. It was strange to him that they were in doubt. He was going on his way of thinking, thinking that he did not understand himself even to the extent that they could understand him, without even knowing Shankar's death beforehand, saying 'Yes Shankar is dead-' in his mind. He quickly took leave of them saying that if he went on talking to them they would mistake him for madness and reached his lodging.

'Yes Shankar is dead.' Ivan's mind said a quality. While he is held in high esteem among many students, he cannot be seen there. He is certain to be there, just barely, or even imperceptibly. He thinks that he is daydreaming somewhere, in such a way that he can see if necessary. He seems to think that it cannot be absent from his mind forever. Alone, even when they are together, they don't talk much. His words appear as two jagged lines to see the picture in the vast expanse. According to his mind's breadth, to give shape to it is the appearance of seeing himself, he will. He is equal to him in studies and in every way. How sweetly haunting are the old memories of sex!

He too studied for a few years and went to the north for further education. I also remembered taking a photo together before leaving. He corresponded with him for many days. Finally, he has written a reply to the letter he wrote. His last letter was very clearly in front of my eyes...Ivan's heart was very sad. And with him, as they say—when he died, it seemed right to doubt even his existence. His last letter .......'My parents know you well. Not even the rest of the family knows how. A grade, you came to my house and talked for a while. Then they might see you. May know. I doubt if a small meeting is enough. I have often spoken to them about you. Born in my imagination, You do not know how you live in their minds. We feel like you are part of our family as everyone talks about you. I have told you that next time I go to town, I will bring you too... Then, when you came, my last sister Sumi saw you from the door, you cannot know. Do you know how well and beautifully she understands you when she ever mentions you? I'll show you when I go. I want you to talk to her and see... Even if you have to go without me, go. Even if they can't know by looking at you, they will definitely know if you tell them..' We feel like you are part of our family. I have told you that next time I go to town, I will bring you too... Then, when you came, my last sister Sumi saw you from the door, you cannot know. Do you know how well and beautifully she understands you when she ever mentions you? I'll show you when I go. I want you to talk to her and see... Even if you have to go without me, go. Even if they can't know by looking at you, they will definitely know if you tell them..' We feel like you are part of our family. I have told you that next time I go to town, I will bring you too... Then, when you came, my last sister Sumi saw you from the door, you cannot know. Do you know how well and beautifully she understands you when she ever mentions you? I'll show you when I go. I want you to talk to her and see... Even if you have to go without me, go. Even if they can't know by looking at you, they will definitely know if you tell them..' Do you know how well and beautifully she understands you when she ever mentions you? I'll show you when I go. I want you to talk to her and see... Even if you have to go without me, go. Even if they can't know by looking at you, they will definitely know if you tell them..' Do you know how well and beautifully she understands you when she ever mentions you? I'll show you when I go. I want you to talk to her and see... Even if you have to go without me, go. Even if they can't know by looking at you, they will definitely know if you tell them..'


It was too late for him to sleep that night.


When he woke up the next morning, he thought that if he wasn't there, they might as well go home. When he wrote, he did not know that there is a big difference between going alone and now going without him. The house where they were was also near Ivan's hotel. Now it seemed that they might not even be there. On the one hand, he gave up the idea of ​​going there even if he knew them and if they didn't know him, how could he introduce himself to them. Starvation, moreover, does not like to stay. There is no longing for the city.

There was a small town in the middle of the railway line from Pattinam to Tannur. He knew that nearby, there was a ruined hill fort of historical fame. So far, he has never seen it. On this occasion, with the memory of it, he left in the morning carriage after starving.


Darkness is well seen. By the time the train reaches the station, it has become more fashionable. If the cab arrives at the specified time, it can be reached in the evening itself. On that day, the train was three hours late. Except for him, no one else got off at the station, the station itself looked deserted except for two or two crewmen, four or five carriages sleeping outside waiting for passengers. The place he was going to see, the kind that could now be seen even in the dark, was only recently at the station. But he had to reach a small town about three miles away to spend the night. There was once a big tank under Akkunuk Fort. It may have been in fashion over time, moved, worn, and now settled. or hidden, as small huts, In the foothills, there may be a scattered appearance. The crescent moon, which was about to set in the western sky, was giving the world beauty. The innumerable constellations visible in the sky, in total, were giving a small light. In the dim screen of light, he saw many hillocks visible here and there in various forms. In the Devasura war, when the mountains were uprooted from each other, they seemed scattered and scattered, appeared here and there, to give life to the lifeless, in the limitless imagination, even in this tiny light - innumerable stars are visible in the sky above, sprinkled here and there until the eyes are blinded on the earth below, it seems like the light of small huts is enough. buried peace,

He now had to take a carriage and go on a journey he had never seen before, through the darkness. It turned out to be a wonderful experience for him. If the train had not been delayed, he would have reached the town before dark.

When the carriage was going along the dark road with trees, it did not seem to him that he was going in a carriage. To mark the Kaladesa narrative, it is the light of small cottage shops that can be seen here and there along the road. In some shops, two people were seen in the silence, as if they had gone late, late at night to buy goods. Unable to pay attention to the constant, persistent, cab, cab driver, sound. This trip was a blind and silent search. In the middle of the road, the dogs, who were fast asleep, waiting to wake up until the car crashed, and howling loudly, often shocked him. This journey into the unknown, in the dark, was a strange experience for him.

The next morning, he got up a little early, finished all his work, and left with food in his hand, so that he could see the things he had to see before noon and return.

In the morning light, the region was clearly visible as far as the eye could see. It is not a hilly area. A big pot, a clearing. Here and there, many hills, small and large, could be seen scattered. As far as we could reach, we could see the katan soil and in some places the grassy ground, tree bats and small bushes, gathered together and giving a sense of awe. Individual sheep, two people, the movement of sheep in a herd in the distance... seemed inextricable in the vast space. In every light and season, mixed with the mood of the beholder, the region was to be given an appearance with innumerable hues for different types. On a high hill, Ivan could see the castle. On reaching its base, There were tree trunks and bushes that looked like a little rich earth. The voice of the birds in the tree, the birds flying in flocks from afar and the wind rustling the leaves giving him a touch, all gave him a desolated look. From the foot of the cliff,
Castle towers, palace towers, temple towers were all visible. On the way up, leisurely, and returning after seeing everything, mid-day had fallen. Fatigue does not add to hunger. He sat under a tree to take some rest and then walk. He was staring straight ahead. The fort ramparts, the visible hills, all moving and disappearing, were visible in the canal. Although he had never seen this fort, he had heard and read many things about it.

He has heard about the bronze chariot of the lost temple and the underground tunnels of the fort. In Treta Yuga, its construction, Sthala Makhimai Purana, history as truth, fictions, etc., he has read and known everything about it in the form of books. Even now, when he thinks about all that he knows, it seems ridiculous, even laughable. Having cast a bronze chariot for the temple in devotion, a genius Veerathira Chakravarti, who saw the strange cross-roads to overcome the enemies, built many tunnels to overcome the enemies coming from afar, to enter suddenly among them, and then disappear suddenly to reach the fort. One class decided to do the same, considered many as enemies outside the reach and entered among them and performed heroic deeds. Lost in his eagerness to reach the fort through the tunnel, everything was forgotten when he wanted to disappear. He reached the fort chanting 'J-J' among them. They also forgot, respected themselves, made him their king, reached the fort and waited for orders with their hands tied. Along with them, the bronze chariot and the tunnels were forgotten. Indra, Brahmahati dosha relief, immersed in Sunai and saw Swami darshan...Nowadays, because no one can be Indra, and for those who see Prayasidtha, Brahmahati cannot be done, that too has been forgotten. It is getting ruined. That king, as his father and his son, traded across the ocean...conquered Himayat, convened councils, exchanged kisses. All of that has become history in the mind, along with the imagination, the truth has been forgotten and disappeared. temple, The fort, the lake, all seemed to be one, and the wretched appearance stood silently longing before him. Kanal is hustling to seek every possible outlet in temptation.

How ridiculous it all sounds. An al-Basitikandu, who cannot bear it, has no way to go up, and the seeds of mental turmoil, this kind of public demonstration, like a tamasha among the village community, how absurd it looks. Any great appearance is itself the manifestation of an Alpha Siddhi, an Alpha Prophet. Can it be like a small beacon to see the dark darkness of the night, the efforts of today's torches to shine a light? Everything changes, fades, and looks ruined. His eyes squinted to see the light of day. He closed his eyes for a while. Someone was carrying a big box. When he was smiling at him and saying that it would be nice if you lifted yourself from the potty, everything disappeared. An unheard sound was heard. He opened his eyes immediately. A crow was perching on a branch above. As the evening wore on, he was about to be thrown away. He could not even imagine that it was the evening itself, when he felt sleepy in the middle of the day, fell asleep and woke up in the evening. He got up and walked fast towards the city, thinking that rain was coming.

As we were passing the bungalows outside the town limits, the wind picked up rapidly and it started raining in short distance. He was standing a little aside under the eaves of a nearby bungalow so as not to get wet. He was looking around thinking that if the rain dissipated in the wind, he might wait a little and not get wet. A little further away, he realized that a twenty-five-year-old woman was standing under the pillar of the Appangala veranda, watching him intently. The wind calmed down and the rain began to fall. He looked inside again. He found her standing there looking at him. The robe does not suit him in any way. It seemed that he wanted to get wet even if he stood. For those who don't like to stand anymore and want to walk while soaking wet, there is someone next to them, When he brought him inside with an umbrella in hand and asked him to come to the verandah, and he was sitting there on a chair, it was like a dream show. There was light outside in Mappu Mandhara. Inside the bungalow, it was dark enough to put a lamp on. It was clear that she noticed herself as she stood by the door as a shadow. Immediately, as soon as the lamp and internal light were put on the mouth, he was startled in the middle of the light, and looked towards the mouth again. She did not stop there. She went inside. A car stopped inside the bungalow. An even higher official disembarked and a servant went in to follow. As he crossed him, he disappeared without looking. He knew that she was her husband. If you ask, 'Who is he?' He did not understand how he could have introduced himself then. Although he was a little relieved that he didn't listen to him, he was sitting on the chair, unable to leave the place, not knowing whether it would be like this again.

After a while, he changed his clothes and came out......................... 'Excuse me, sir, I was not paying attention. Can you sit inside and talk...' They sat in front of each other on chairs in the hall. Although it seemed a little different from what he had seen at first, his mind was still tormenting him in the same way. Unable to introduce himself, he was seeing his situation as suffering. A Parishakaran brought two cups of coffee, both of them sipped. He did not notice when she appeared behind him, in his view, and saw a sad look on the faces of the couple. They do not understand who we are.


``...you don't know us'' and ``I don't understand how we can introduce ourselves'' was a bit of a shock to him. And as if to prevent Ivan's astonishment from prolonging, he stopped short by saying 'I think you remember your friend Shankar'. He understood everything in an instant. Kondan had a value in him. When he said, '..........Yes, that's right', he started talking to Ivan properly. Before that, he asked his wife to go inside for a while.


'We think you are Shankar's friend Shekhar. You also know us...but some of these family incidents, you may not know...

  "Yes, Shankar is dead," he said.

 'Yes, Shankar is dead...however, you may know.However, I feel the need to tell you. Your sorrow may be more and more but in telling you, my heart will take some comfort. Forgive me for that'. He stopped for a while and spoke further.

'Yes, a thousand times, that is the grief that I must say. Suchiko, unimaginable, unbearable grief. She is not here now. If we want to know how much our love is with Shankar, we can say that it is the amount he has for you. You wouldn't think that he was talking so much to make some vague and pointless riddle. For me to say, to calm down, is the release of suffering, the stuttering of this speech, to forgive ....?' He paused and continued.

'...Well Shankar died. Even though time passed, that incident remained unchanged in the mental space. To the point of denying it, and to affect it more severely, the attachment remained unalterably stable. The newspaper of his death to his father. In the mining company, a high ranking man was poisoned and died while visiting a mine two thousand feet underground. As far as bringing it up, he did not have life in his body. Is his soul going to find peace just by looking at him? The answer was a telegram from the father. Then after a long time his luggage arrived…..not enough to deny his death? You just arrived. We consider you one of the family.

'Although he is friendly with everyone, he seems to be very fond of his last sister Sumi. His death began to affect her greatly. Finally, the letter he wrote was to her... We all crowded around her and tried to read it, anxious to know when he would come. It took her a long time to finish it. You should see her face then.! Can't describe it. She gave the letter to me after reading it. I hurriedly read it and everyone listened... In the happiness that we saw at that time, if life was going on... It was written that 'I will take leave soon and come to see everyone, and when I come, I will probably and definitely bring you...' Everyone knows you very well. Eager for his arrival, It is the eagerness that we eagerly wait for that day, including your arrival. It seems like a short time to give to the world... After a few days, that telegram came. You can feel our situation then. His death goes beyond denial.We are shocked and saddened little by little.

  He did not know when she came back and stood behind him. She was listening with her head hanging down.

'...Sumi's marriage attempts were thwarted by Shankar's death... Later, she too remained a virgin. It seems that her mind did not accept her Tamayan's death even for a while. She looked very charming as if she was waiting for his arrival. However, a longing inside, as if it was waiting for the time, as if it was waiting for the time, then her appearance, very charming appearance, was causing a fear in our mind. She appeared as a charm of terror. Doesn't talk to anyone much. But you can't tell even if you don't speak. Every now and then, she would say something startling to make her tone very deep. She calls me 'Anna-Anna' and talks a little too much. Then little by little, her mind began to wander. Then when I see her, I don't feel sad... Can't see, can only go back with a sigh... She is gone too. Looking for her..' He finished speaking. Looking at him, he was looking everywhere. The infinite sorrow, in his sober speech, was very evident. In a moment of silence, he had time to take stock of the situation.

 'If you had come and seen...', Ivan interrupted,

 He said, 'It can't happen like that.'

'What - like now,...' he asked startled.

'How can it be, like now, seeing then..' he added,

 'Then Shankar died. At that time, I know that no matter how much I know, you cannot know if I come without him. You don't know this -?' said Ivan. He was very relaxed and talked a little too much. Thoughts were going somewhere.

'What' he said.

 'Now I have arrived at random? No. You don't know that they are also in my life in his imagination. Now? - In my being '- he said.

They were looking at him, not looking where he was looking, with a slight look. He seems to be confused and a bit confused...

He said, 'This is what I am saying now. ' The man who wanted to get up sat down again and said, 'You haven't seen your wife now? That's right -' he said.


'How can you portray her for all to see -' he said.

'What are you talking about..' he said in a slightly harsh tone, again, calmly I look at Sumi like you look at your wife - now I see…….Shankar can die, my life, me, can't stop dreaming, in his dreams. , the life will be realized, he is as long as I am?..........I can search for him, search for his dream, leave me...how can I? How can I live without being like this...'

He calmly got up and went out. Beyond the gate, and two or three steps of the verandah, and beyond the bungalow gate, one has to reach the opposite road. They were unable to stop him from going, to prevent him from getting wet in the rain, or to facilitate him. They stood watching Priya saying goodbye until she disappeared down the road. There is no place for sorrow or tears.

 The wind was blowing hard. Rain is not far away.

- Writing 1963
Typography: Deetsanya



” literature is still flowing. Branching off from the four-way road due to this speed of death, Mauni's Manakottai intertwines beyond the reckoning of time among the scattered sculptures of the Devasura Yuddha. Storytellers are the ones who create the hitherto untold stories from the rites of consciousness that create art that has never existed before”  - Konangi (Kal Nidda - Muthuvein Jala Magazine -2014) -  Thank you  Riyas Khurana Sculptor's Hell-Innovator Posted by: RAMPRASATH HARIHARAN | Time: 12:31 PM | Category: Stories , By http://azhiyasudargal.blogspot.in/2008/09/blog-post_6950.html










Sunset time. More crisis than ever at Kaveripoompattinam port. The people of Egypt who were black and white. The white aloof Kadaravas, the black Capris as the ideal of muscular strength, the white Yavanas, the Tamil of the South, the Prakrit of the North - all were confused and contradicted. Customs officers were censoring imported goods and servants from boats floating like swans and crocodiles with the ingenious use of golden canes. White elephants have been brought to the king from Kadaram. An endless crowd to see them!



The light of the setting sun is always a tragic drama. Not only the temple peaks and palace caskets are eye-catching, but the reflection in the back and tail of the gold-plated bronze tiger set in a downward-flowing pattern on the Duvajasthampa standing on the black rock on the beach gave the place a mesmerizing effect.

On the steps of the bathing ghat erected for the convenience of the people during the Indra festival, a Yavana named Pylarchus was sitting facing the sea. His long cloak fluttered and fluttered in the wind, sometimes entwining his beard tightly around his neck. Big waves sometimes drenched his braided leather cast. Even so, there is no temptation in him. What can the wind do, what can the wave do when the mind is united?

Pythorchus's thought sometimes swelled and fell like waves. Dreams kept him awake like crazy.

Suddenly, a voice called, "Shiva!" A native of Tamil Nadu!

Yavana! Has your will dissolved the nothingness that is dear to you? Did what I said yesterday sink in on you? Everything is the play of the source power, its image! Kollippa is the same; And that is the God of Kumara! If everything is mixed into one....”

“Your philosophy is better than a cup of grape wine. And that is the grapes of the island of Cyprus... There it goes, that Capri also believes in some dream. If you accept your first formula, then there is nothing wrong with your theory... how can you accept that? Philosophy according to each one's mind... I don't want that... Your narcissistic claw and wine bowl are enough...''

"Shiva! Shiva! Not even these Jain devils, not even the Kabali fanatics... Who told you to pack this strange bundle and come from heaven?'

' Not equal to our *Jupiter's clumsiness and your Kandan's clumsiness...'' laughed Pylarchus.

"Shiva! He has affection for you. That's his game too!'' said Paradesi, wearing the vibhuti from his sambudham on his forehead.

"I am going to Nalangadi, are you coming?" said Achannyasi again.

''Yes! Even if you go there, you will see Satan. It makes sense to talk to him... He knows the secret of creation...''

"Oh! Is that the old man making the statue? The perfect lunatic for you is...Edetu! He is coming!" said the preacher.

Pylarchus got up and bowed to him in Yavana fashion.

Satan is eighty years old; Charitable old man. But the strength did not fail; The vision did not go away. Brahma appeared as if he had assumed a human form. He bowed his hands and bowed and said, "Pylarchus, I have come to seek you! are you coming home My ambition took shape today...!'' he exclaimed with the excitement of a child.

Do you know him? Pandyan nation, your paradise... He forced all the philosophies into me... Can Pylarchus do it?'' Yavana laughed sarcastically.

"Swami wants to come, today I have to spend amudhu step in my hut"

''What to do! Are you?'' said Pylarchus.

“Pylarchus! I do not regret that you are a water-waller; Don't make fun of others..."

"That's what I was born for, father! That's my job...

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The speed of the carriage could be slow. It was difficult for him to drive away from the elephants, pack donkeys, pack cows and people carrying torches as they approached the port. Suddenly, if the chariot of government officials and an elephant arrive, the street will be dusted. What is the use of ringtones? The girl who drives the salt cart is covered in blood if she misses a bit!

*Jupiter: King of the gods mentioned in the Yavana epics; Among the planets is Jupiter.

"God's work!" said Satan.

"Your creative power," said Pylarchus, thinking of something else.

“Pylarchus, your speech may appease my pride. How long have I suffered! Do you know that? You were born yesterday... hooray!... how much does that mean? All that man knows and wants to know... this universe, Pylarchus, as you think it is, a mere filth and senseless ghostly confusion... will be twenty years old; Then I went to a Dharam Pandya country... If you want to see sculpture, you have to see Kollipavai. It was there that a forgetful serpent, Nagan, took refuge in a cage. That arch of the foot, I caught it in it... The meaning of the world... One by one, gradually grew... That Malayalam actress That peace of face, That rare smile, Meaningless meaning — Pylarchus, what about you! You are a joker - I did not search in the Upanishads... I did not search in the Himalayas... Shanti that night... I got it on the day my wife Angayakkanni died... Then what a test for the bronze alloy! What a disappointment!... Desire was the guide. How many people did I look for to get that form of glory!... I found a shadow of it... Neelmalai tyrant - who was decapitated ten years ago - in his middle... There is a deity... My statue could convey the meaning of my previous birth.. .With these hands...can it be achieved unless a meaningful object is evoked from behind...?'' . There is a deity... the meaning of which my idol was able to convey is the result of my previous birth... with these hands... unless a meaningful object prompts from behind... can it be achieved?'' . There is a deity... the meaning of which my idol was able to convey is my previous birth fruit... with these hands... unless a meaningful object is triggered from behind... can it be achieved?''

"You did it! You are Brahma! That is your achievement. Creature! Don't be fooled! Don't be afraid! You are Brahma! The god of creation!'' said Pylarchus.

The preacher was peering out with a smile.

The carriage also reached Nalangadi, turned into an alley through the lower square, and stopped in front of a house.

The three got down and climbed the steps. A Yavana woman came and washed the morning. A Kapri, bowing respectfully, wipes Kalinga with a cloth.

"Swami must come! Pylarchus, come this way!''Satan took both of them and went into a room.

"Moopango, Deepam!" he shouted. The capri entered with a flashlight. Even in that windowless room, the wind came like a thread and enchanted the mind and body.

"There is no light here! Set aside the screen! Swami, Pylarchus, this is my life!'' He set aside the screen.

Both of them stopped. In that dim light, a human idol standing on a single leg and pretending to be a man! The wide braid and the crescent on it, the hands showing the symbols, and the rare smile that appeared on the other side stirred up waves of thoughts in the mind. All three became that idol. What a throbbing of life in every curve and every limb of the statue!

The ascetic started chanting unconsciously…

If you see a white braid, a coral-like
mane, milky eyes,
a bowed eyebrow, a soft smile
, a sparkling smile, and
a golden foot that has taken a sweet breath, this is the land of manhood ! ''Swami, don't say that!' ' He is right! Is this art! This is creation! What are you going to do with this?" "What is this question for the king's temple?" "What! Let go of this absurdity... Even if you put this next to the nude images of the king, it has meaning... Even if you break it and throw it on the hill, those pieces have meaning; There is life...'' said Pylarchus like a maniac.












“See, Pylarchus! Yavana is right for your crazy policies! Agastusa - That is your Samrat - He is the right one for your petal!"

"Satan! The king's request for your ideal is the right decision. Now why are these Jains going to raise their heads...!'' said the preacher.

"That sea has so much more sense than these mad men..." Pylarchus stormed off.

2

On that day Kumbabhishekam. The day of consecration of the idol. It must be said that it was a great extravagance in the Chola country itself. Satan's mission is accomplished. Much to Satan's chagrin that Pylarchus was not alive that day to share in his revelry.

Ardha Jama became more and more important when he reached home from the new temple.

Age had mellowed him a little then. He was tired. Tired...

Dad! What a torch! Vast infinite space! Therein lies Satan's ideal, that meaningless, yet meaningful, smile! Dance to a slow heartbeat! What a life! What a creature!

Suddenly everything is dark! The only cheeky darkness! Darkness like heart witchcraft!

Then the light... now the golden temple! Eye-popping brightness!... The doors open by themselves with a chime... That old darkness inside!

Satan enters. A place like a nucleus of darkness. A dim light appears in it! What! This is an old statue! Not alive! There is no attractive smile!...Everything is black!... Black...!

Figures come crouching like shadows at the dark door. Bow down and worship.

"Moksha for me! Moksam for me!” echoed. Not one person in the crowd of millions of Saiyans looked up at the statue! This is how everyday...

days, years and centuries roll like a wave - you have to look at at least one shadow of those billions of years!

"Moksha for me...!" This is the refrain, the song, everything!

Satan stands...

How many ages! He gets mad. Lifeless statue of Moksha! Break you! Put! Dress! Oh, my God! Won't you wear it! Break up! You go broke! Or let your maw kill me. A senseless cry...!''The statue tumbles like a thunderclap - in Satan's embrace, it dips in his blood... Blood is so holy! The old smile!...

Satan woke up with a start. Silver has sprouted. His confused soul beats with the Sanganatha of the new temple.

"What a ghostly dream, See!" he wears Vibhuti on his forehead.

"Pylarchus - Woe to him if he..." Satan's mind was not at peace.


Manikodi, 25-08-1935

(This story has been published in Manikodi under the title 'Silby's Hell')
at 5/19/2014 05:10:00 pm
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