Swarg Agaman //Awakening In The Next World//

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The wind had become the orchestral conductor of the sea, sending waves into their crescendos' all through the ballad that was the night. All about, was the perfume of the salty water and the fine spray that came as boldly as any flurry. It was as if life herself had entered the water and the energy was so great that this great pulse came upward to form a steady rhythm. The ocean breathed, her surface rising and falling with rhythmic ease. The waves became her pulse that night, the echo of the souls she kept safe in her cradle of brine where the ever preceding ocean meets with the sky. The ocean is the sky's sister, a sister of watery depths and beauty. She is the soul of Vaikuntha, the keeper of the oceanic breath.

The waves of Ksheershagar shimmered and sparkled producing an ashlike glow to the blue canyon that is the abyss of Vaikuntha Dham.

"Swami" The owner of the melodic voice hailed her husband; the Lord of the Universe. "Narad notified that apparently, Swarg is overflowing with very significant characters of our life."

The dark-skinned God opened his lotus eyes to take his ardhangini at the core of his heart.

"Indeed so, Shri." Narayan giggled in his honeyed tone.

"Shouldn't their oh-so-dear God paid his beloved kins a visit?" Lakshmi asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Adishesh too, at the Goddesses' proposal hissed and flared out his primal five heads, as the revered snake too, liked the thought of a visit.

"Shesh, do you have an intention to toss us into the water with your vigorous head shaking?" Vishnu mock-scolded his friend whose entire body is predisposed as the seat of Lakshmi-Narayan.

"I always keep them on the tip of my eyes, love" Narottam conveyed his inner thoughts to his better half. "I was always with them, even if I left, my mind–"

"Yes Swami, I know that." Devi cut him off with a gesture of her palm, thus proving she already had listened to this version of her husband. "However, after how they lost you, your physical presence will be utmost pleasure for them."

Pundarikaksha nodded with his eyes calm, his line of sight absorbing the end point of the Ksheershagar. The tragic end to his life is an incident that none of his peers could ever imagine in their wildest dreams. The mighty Krishn, the wielder of Sudarshan facing death was an unimaginable fantasy to everyone. The man who moved mountains coming to an end by an ordinary arrow aimed mistakenly by an ordinary hunter was apparently unacceptable; and to top that Dwarkadish went into the jaws of death after submerging Dwarka, putting an end to the Yadava clan and permitting the death of his beloved elder brother Balram.

But alas, no one quite looked into the fact he was nothing, but a mortal.

"Narada also gathered the information after his latest gossip campaigns that in near time Pandav-Patnis are too enter the swargmanch" Vishnu mused with mischief back at his brown face. "It would be unfair to have a dramatic entry if someone misses the effect. Moreover, a little birdy told me (and little birdy of course meant Narada), that Shakuni has already anticipated my welcome. I am just making the most of this. Shouldn't I, Shri?"

*winks*