" that's what I am telling why did they came here ?" Mukunda added.
" I am left with my own set of confusions don't add one ok " Anagha glared at Mukunda.
" I am here to help you only " He said making her to laugh.
" Are you any assistant of those TV channel gurujis? Who offers help to everyone for those called gupt samasya?" Anagha asked.
" No but I will help you for sure just pray Krishna that's all " He smiled.
" Why? " Anagha asked. " Without praying him can't I move forward ... Listen in your words I am an atheist " She said.
" He might be a god for everyone like you who worship him but for me he was a human being who existed years ago like me and you today but he was raised to a status of god by his knowledge and deeds , he was worshipped for his humble nature to be more clear he does miracle because he is Krishna not Krishna because he does miracle.... Hope you got me and don't disturb me now " Anagha with her straight talk concluded the conversation.
Mukunda smiled.
" Great and hence I conclude that you aren't an atheist but a learned scholar " Mukunda said with a more broad smile.
" I don't need any certificate of yours for my knowledge " Anagha said testing the idol of Krishna which she discovered.
The unexpected fall of stone on her little toe made her to screech with pain. She ignored but when she thought of standing up on her feet it gave tremendous of pain.
" These small injuries " Anagha huffed.
" This land is blessed take my name you will be cured " Mukunda smiled again.
" Are you crazy ? You are talking like your are god himself ? I am not interested in you and your talks " Anagha was frustrated.
" Just try once from your inner self " Mukunda smiled again.
The next furious move of her made another stone which supported the idol rolled down on her toe again.
" Maa " She winced.
" Tell Krishnaarpana mastu " He insisted.
" After that will you go away from my eyes ?" Anagha asked pressing her bleeding toe.
Mukunda nodded.
" Fine " Anagha stood up taking her camera and books in hand.
Taking a deep breath she said " Krishnaarpana mastu"
To her surprise the pain went on gradually decreasing.
Awestruck Anagha looked at Mukunda again.
" Do not see everything in a same vision , look deep in every possible aspects you will definitely find your destination soon in this journey All the best " Mukunda moved aside from her way and allowed her to go further.
He then looked down at his toe which was bleeding.
Anagha found a kind of large entrance to a particular region.
" Mukunda " She turned back to see none.
" Mukunda .... Mukunda " Anagha turned around to find him but vain.
" Who are you ?" She was startled by a strange voice.
The voice was not only strange but the launguage also it was almost near to Sanskrit and far from Hindi or any modern Indian languages.
Anagha took sometime to understand his words , She knew Sanskrit too.
She again looked at the man with clean shaved head and tilak adoring his forehead and had a cup of some dish in his hand.
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