"Lord, please save us from the impending doom. The entire world is afflicted with pain. Your mercy is what we require at this moment. Please listen to our prayers. Please come, Prabhu," said an old man sadly.
He was standing on one feet, and praying fervently to Lord Shiva.
Lord Shiva revealed himself in all his glory. He said, "Your misery will be uplifted, a messiah will come to your rescue."
His eyes pleadingly asked, "When, Lord, how long will the mankind bear this curse?"
Lord Shiva sighed sadly, and said, "Only if it were within my power. Even Gods are helpless sometimes, Shankar. You are named after me, keep faith in us. You are one of my favourite devotees. I will surely ensure that your misery is ended as soon as it can be. But you know Lord Brahma often gives weird boons to ones who worship him."
Shankar said, "You too do that."
Lord Shiva nodded his head, sadly. He said, "I am easily pleased. And I really can't deny what the devotees ask for. Often they exploit me. There are different types of devotees, Shankar. Some are like you who selflessly worship me. While others only remember me, when they need something. Alas, people like you are so few. And I am a giver. Whatever you ask from me, I give, if you work hard to achieve that. Even when your wants are unjust. But nobody wants me, if they get me, what else do they ever need? It is funny. But I always make the solution too. We will find solution for him too."
Shankar's eyes watered. The mankind believe being a God is easy, and blame God for everything that's wrong with their lives. However it is the most difficult task, and Gods are also helpless. Lord Shiva is always aggrieved by the sinister actions of his devotees. He forgives easily, but some people just cross the line of tolerance.
Shankar bowed before him. Lord Shiva smiled, and said, "You shall be blessed with a beautiful grandchild, Shankar. Your son will not be childless anymore."
Shankar said with folded hands, "Har Har Mahadev. Har Har Mahadev. You lifted my son's curse. My son was to remain forever childless. But, you lifted this curse. My grandchild, what a blessing! Om Namah Shivay! You are kind. You are so kind."
Lord Shiva smiled, and disappeared.
Bright light illuminated the dark forest. Dawn had cracked in. Time for a new beginning.
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The Making of a Warrior
FantasyA seemingly ordinary school going boy of seventeen is christened as the messiah of a fallen kingdom. Now its up to him whether the people of that kingdom survive or perish. With the weight of the recent loss of his mother, will he be able to do what...
