The heavens are still far away – 3

Shiva’s shirt grew heavy with perspiration. His face was twitched all over, and it took him some effort to gulp a few breaths in. He raised his eyes again to take a second look at the wall. The shimmering ripples, sometimes taking on bright hues, played calmly at the wall’s  centre. Shiva felt alone, weak and petrified. “Bom Bom Bhole!” he muttered in a low pitch. The cave verberated with his voice, and fell silent. “Bom Bom.. Bho..leee!” Shiva repeated again, this time louder. The rippled pattern on the wall flashed brighter, and broke into abstract shapes.  Shiva dropped on the floor and slipped towards the cave’s entrance. Perhaps I can explain this, he thought, looking outside at the lake below. It’s the moon’s shine that is bouncing off the clouds and beaming in. What else? He again glanced at the wall. The rippling pattern scaled down and took on the blurry contours of a human figurine. Shiva received another jolt and prepared to flee. His eyes...
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A small temple that quenches thirst

If there is an oasis in the spiritual desert, then it is here – a small, beautiful piece of stonework that relives all stress when merely glimpsed. Stand on the stone steps and let the cool breeze moisten your skin. A place that satisfies equally the body, mind and soul. In the surrounding fields and villages, nothing like this exists — the architecture, the artistic stonework emerges from nowhere, making one wonder: What stories does the intricate artwork conceal? There used to flow nearby (or still is?) a small stream whose water was sweet. I can dimly recall tasting the water and its subtle sweetness when I was very young. On a subsequent visit, the stream had dried up, and the holed up water undrinkable. The heavenly fountain of life has an end too. Photo Courtesy: Peter & Jackie Main ...
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