My SnowLotus

Part 3

The bus was taking its time while moving on the roads covered with tall green trees on both sides. The air was cold as it had just rained.
While looking out the window, Meera was thinking about her life and how simple yet filled with twists It was. 

Growing up as an only child of working parents was never easy. But she had her Bade papa, her father's elder brother and best friend.

So even after her parent's divorce, she chose to stay with her bade papa.

Her Bade papa used to work for the Indian Army and was married to the world's kindest lady with a heart of gold. They didn't have a kid of their own. Now retired as a Colonel lived in the high mountains of Nainital at their ancestral home. The same home where she grew up.

Oh how much she misses her childhood home which was filled with her bade papa's boisterous laughter and the alluring fragrances of different types of food cooked by her badi Ma. She loved living there but alas papi pet ke khatir had to shift to the metro city and participate in the rat race.

Well, not anymore.

Here she was on her maiden adventure into the unknown.

She was still upset with Mataji but in the end, she knew that the solution to all her problems lay with Mataji. As she was the mother of all and we tuchhya manushya knew nothing about the great Leela's of our divine mother.

So with complete blind faith in her Mataji, she was now trekking up the hill along with some other devotees. It looked like all the people from the world had decided to come to the temple today only.

Looking at the crowd, Meera felt relieved as there were so many people, so there was no chance of her getting lost. Since the moment she had started climbing the hill, she had this weird feeling, as if something was going to happen but she brushed it off as it was just her doing something daring for the first time in her life.

When she entered the temple and saw the idol of Mataji there was a sudden jolt of energy that had hit her, making her surrender completely to the love radiated by the idol of Mataji.

She felt as if she was under an invisible shower of some really good powerful energy that was calming her and soothing her. In a state of trans, she completed the parikrama of the temple. Took the Prashad and sat down in the corner of the temple in dhyana mudra.

She didn't realize how late it was when she opened her eyes, but the sun was just about to go down the horizon. There were just a few handful of people left in the temple who were also proceeding to go down. Meera got up in a hurry, once again took the mukh darshan of the deity, and started to get out of the temple. She had just climbed 1/4th of the steps and reached the Holy Water Pond when it hit her that she had not given the flower to Mataji.

But it was getting late and dark. Such a dilemma. But the sane part (?) of her brain said that she better return and give the flower, as she had carefully brought it from home.

Turning around while rummaging through her backpack for the flower she didn't notice that she was at the edge of the pond. And the next moment she fell right inside the pond and water started to enter her system. The weight of her backpack was pulling her down right to the bottom.

So this is how my story ends through Meera even in that panicked situation. Her brain had surrendered and was fully nonoperational now. Maybe this was the solution to all her problems. Maybe this is what Mataji had written for her.

Letting go of all the sane thoughts she just closed her eyes and let go, the damn flower still clutched in her hand.

Mataji had a smile on her face while thinking how she would now teach her favorite devotee to find solutions to all her problems on her own.

As this was just the beginning.