|| 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐈 || 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧

𝟏|| 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ||

The flame of enlightenment, the creation of energy
My wholesome life, strength and steps—each and every.

The darkness on which I had been floating and surfing, suddenly tattered apart and a faint golden glory shone in front of me as an illumination. The numb silence in which I had been trapped, popped out and the sounds of noises started to emerge out around me followed by a rhythmic thrumming vibration from the deep inside of mine which was taking dominance that made me a constant sequential compression and deformation movement. A cozy warmth rustled throughout me invoking the feel of feelings by giving a realisation about some sharp sensation that I had been devoid from a long time.

"Ah! I have a structure!" I exclaimed and a gust of air came out from me by hitting my frontal facade. I had breathed! Yes, I can breathe now. My two hollow nostrils shivered with the continuous passage of air. My mouth too covered with that air only. Rolling my tongue, I gasped.

That constant thrumming had been still processing inside me, near my chest assuring me the life inside me had been restored. I realised, have a heart, that had started to beat. I could feel- got the feelings, I understood the excitement of mine, a quiver underneath my stomach, I was getting emotions, thoughts but I couldn't able to recollect what had happened before that darkness and then the memory of darkness too had faded out.

I breathed again, a long one, by filling my nose fully, which caused a little elevation in my chest. The grace of satisfaction was like I am inserting heavenly energy inside me. I closed my eyes.

I remained to hold my breath until I could do it, then, after a certain moment, when I felt it was unbearable to hold more, as over energy causes destruction, I exhaled out resting my slightly puffed body in a previous manner. A relaxation. It was so relaxing beyond my explanation, the feel of my first breath. It was igniting enthusiasm in mine. That cozy warmth was constantly rustling and I was enjoying that, very much, very very much, like I was then unstoppable, I could penetrate everything. I was craving for exploration. I wanted to wake, more, more and more.

I jerked open my eyes.

The long curly black strands of my hair had run up to my waist, around my shoulder and back. A red attire around my body was perfectly draped, covering much of my exposed shiny skin. It had a dark shade and on the shiny flame was arising a blue hue. I saw I have two arms with total of ten fingers, two legs, touched my face, and sensed my two eyes with thick eyelashes, two eyebrows, a raised nose, a lair of lips, two ears. Felt my neck, back and other structures of my own body.
"I am a human," I murmured and looked back again. The chest of mine is rising into two elevated mounts. The muscle below my circular waist too rounding.
"I am a woman!" I exclaimed.

The golden hue around me then started to turn brighter with no end. At a moment everything became all white. Slowly, penetrating the bright light, my first sight fell over the blazing flame of flashing fire, dancing with the movement of wind slowly parting into half and making a way outwards. The blur vision of mine respectively cleared out and the long queues of sages in saffron attire prominent. Most of their face was covered with thick beards, mustaches and head with long hairs. Some were old, some were young. Still, among them, two sages, I felt the foremost there. As everyone there had been following both of their instructions. Standing in front of the pyre, everyone was pouring the exact amount of some elements with large spoons into the fire, and their lips were murmuring and producing serene hymns echoing around. The brown beads worn over their neck and wrist make a rhythmic instrumentation by colliding with each other as per their movements.

A little far away behind them, down the pyre pedestal, several men and few women were present through a long series, sitting or standing around a young man in golden attire, whom I felt, I know him. Other than him, all were dressed-up in vibrant colorful attires, cloak and stoles, golden jewels around neck, wrist, waist, ears and fingers, their heads were covering with huge crown, but the shapes and sizes were different for everyone.

The man whom I felt known, he was without any heavy jewelry, but, whatever the minimum was, all were glowing brightly through the reflection of the fire. He was putting on an armor with the same golden color, his hairs were brownish, was a fair complexion and his eyes, straightly looking at the fire, maybe at me or for me!

Beside him, there was another man sitting, a little bit elder than everyone, his eyes were agile and filled with impatience, once looking at the fire and for the next moment, he was caressing the shoulder of that armored man. Hairs were faded black, the crown was the most decorative and biggest, cloak dyed in purple, and over that precious gemstones' ornamentation was done, which he made round around his wrist.

Around these two men, predominantly, few more men were present in frontal line in ornamented cloaks and crowns, not so gorgeous or heavy, but, shines were unnoticeable and unique. They were quite somehow similar to that elder man, either be eyes, or nose, or lips or that standing posture.

Among them, two women were also present, one standing and another sitting. One, who was sitting was easily identifiable, and another one seemed quite complicated. The identifiable one was wearing a pink draped attire, flowery jewels, and plaited hairs. She was too a bit elder, and was adjoined to the elderly man, but, the other lady, a young and complicated one was standing amidst those men, dressed like men, just her facial expressions and locks of ruffled hair pointing her as a woman.

The crackling noise of fire around me had then grown much louder and my back felt like, I was pushing outwards from it. I was floating, my body was flowing, and separating the flame of fire, I finally, came to the edge. I guessed, all were now able to look at me, because, everyone's eyes were fixed, directly pointed at me, unblinkingly.

Lifting my feet, I took a step, my first one. I got down from the fire, from the pyre. The emptiness below my feet vanished and my feet got a solid touch, the touch of land. That hard, cool touch shot a shiver down through my spine. The warmth of my surroundings had eased out, but, the warmth inside me was crumbling into a new ejection of affirmations.

Thudd—
Suddenly, the land underneath my feet trembled up, the pyre and pillar started to shake, and above my head in the deep blue sky, the sharp lighting sparked up. Everyone was afraid, quivering their eyebrows, joining their palms, they all were looking at me. But, I was motionless, as for me, everything felt so normal, just natural. I looked straight. Penetrating the round of clouds, a deep loud voice echoed out.

"This daughter, born from the sacrificial fire will be the foremost of all women, and would be the reason for the destruction of Kshatriyas."
The roaring voice of the invisible person from the sky echoed around. Before anyone could ask or react anything, wobbling the clouds, the sky returned back to its previous position. The timid wind brushed over the pyre by extinguishing the fire, the ignition of my birth. Now there's no turning back, like the cosmos inviting in this new voyage of mine, named life.

"But, in this creation of mine, securing my life, this 'destruction' isn't quite contrasting?" The mind in me was too confused. "Destruction!" I murmured.

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