Part 2 in Devansha Series
The time has started ticking for the Mantri sisters. They have finally retrieved Vijaya and secured their place in Gurukul.
But will everything stay normal for Mantri Sisters after Adya's challenge to Asura raj Virat? Will...
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Regret is a powerful emotion. Guru Atri always taught me that one should think before reacting because regret is more powerful than hope itself. I had been foolish enough not to heed my own Guru's advice.
When I fell off the mountain for the sixth time, I almost wanted to cry. I had crossed the visible range of Kailasha through without being seen by the Chinese Government. I wore white coloured clothes so that they don't catch me. All of my skin covered in ashes that it almost camouflaged me in the snow.
The cold snow burned my wounds from falling several times.
Perhaps I deserved it. I had disrespected my own father in my foolishness. My ages of meditation to control my temper is all a bunch of nonsense because what had I achieved? I wanted to control myself but ended up totally letting all my mental screws loose.
Mama kept telling me that maybe it was my fate that led me to experience all this. I just had not been bright enough to understand.
I breathed to ease the pain. My body was close to giving up with how cold it was. My hands shaking from the cold.
Regret was more powerful than the pain.
I started climbing again. I climbed a little ahead and the snow cracked, falling off and making me fall with it. I wanted to cry but kept myself held together. Noticing that I had been wearing shoes. I took them off. The cold sure was burning my feet. Ice bites.
I breathed again and returned to restart climbing up. If baba was angry, I was prepared to face all the pain and suffering. Perhaps still it would be nothing compared to how much I must have hurt him.
I kept chanting rudrashtakam.
My legs were hurting from the intense treatment I had put it through. The pradakshina of Kailasha for 8 times without stopping in between. Almost 20 days of work.
It made sense that baba was angry at me. I told him I was prepared for his anger, if this is how I have to get through, I was prepared for it. I would be willing to face the extreme cold. After all, you reap what you sow. Everyone expected better out of me and I had been quite foolish.
I kept climbing up. Climbing up and up even with how much it was killing me. I had to do this. I had crossed the half distance already before. It was the second half which was being extremely difficult.
I didn't give up and finally reached the border which was familiar to me. The exact place where baba himself came when I first arrived her. I touched my forehead down where he had stood that day. The tears were not from the pain but rather regret.
Finally, when I saw home, I saw Ganesha bhaiya sitting outside. He saw me. I honestly did not know how to face him.
"I take it that your anger has calmed down?" He asked.
"I don't think I even have the right to speak to you anymore."
"If there was no space for making mistakes and we didn't find it in ourselves to forgive, we would not be Gods. Pitashree is up there at the peak. Since the time he came, he has been there. Hasn't eaten anything, hasn't spoken after the last talk he had with maa, hasn't got out of his tapasya."
