Tale of the unknown

Introduction

Once upon a time is not a start to every tale, some can be excellent without it too .

Have u ever wondered about the story behind these temples ,believes, statues, powers, destruction and the establishment.

Fiction may not be a way to study but it is a way to get you out form the hectic world and slip in the beauty of dreams and fantasies . Experience the euphoria and pleasure of imagination.

Chapter -1

"The old memories are enough to make people wander around in search of the same people but they are never found to be there." inaudible words came out from the twenty - three year old female's mouth, a dusky colour , slightly taller than 5'4 , slick raven black shoulder length hair, dusky brown eyes and a body slightly chubbier than perfect hourglass, Manyataa . The name itself held elegance and grace just like the personality, just that she was much on the talkative side of it . 
Reaching the temple of Maharaja VijaySingh in the village of Shivpura , the temple  covered 90% of the area of the village , and a small part of the temple was allowed for the entrance of people the rest was forbidden .
Parking her car beside a small flower shop, she took the flowers from the lady standing near her window, removing the flats from her feet she stepped outside the vehicle and took the dupatta over her head . Walking inside the temple she stood behind the queue of people and waited for her turn , soon after 15 minutes or so it was her turn , slowly making the statue wear the garland of flowers and then touching the top of his sword as a part of the tradition.
The bells of the Temple rung loud and the doors were closed . The pandits of the temple soon were out from the temple, one of them recognised her and said "you have your birthday next week on Sunday right! I always saw that you came here with your father but he's gone anyways ,I hope you have a great birthday week and a lot of blessings for you my child and  for your birthday , kids like you are no longer there the ones who used to visit the temple have stopped visiting it either because their  parents are no  more or they  do not want to come" she smiled and just heard what the old wise man said, upon reaching the car she said thank you and then touched the pandit's  feet  to take his blessings. The Pandit walked his way towards his house whereas the girl looked at the temple with nostalgia, memories and sat in her car , while she adored the architecture for far away , The forbidden gates were big black had thorns made of a metal and some square shaped pattern and was so big that if you humans in front of them it would look like  they are minute dust particles and  whereas the temple of Maharaj was a simple place like any other temple where the statue stood in between and his sword which was made up of a mysterious element ,  was placed in front of him engraved in a stone. It is said by one of the priests of that temple that the king of the city use this sword to kill an evil power no one has ever known  what the power was and many things in the temple remain unknown and the forbidden gates are considered haunted and impure and that is why people do not touch the gates much, and the one who do touch the gates are sent inside and then never allowed outside.
All of the stories were myths for her , the temple held only nostalgia and memories for the young girl in her early 20s .
As she drove away from the place thinking about her younger self and her family, all of them were not dead her grandfather and her brother were still alive and her only family for now , the people she never wanted to loose .
The temple wasn't just a big ass mysterious temple with myths but a lot of stories were  told about the things and people behind these doors these stories were told to every kid and even to her when she was a young girl : a female with a bubbly , chubby appearance and a talkative personality. She loved listening to these stories and creating her own ,often narrating them to people with a lot of enthusiasm and expressions . The series of patterns were quite descriptive, where some were just weirdly arranged and others were in an order .
People were not allowed near the giant doors which made the little female develop a sense to know more about them . But no luck was found and till the day the only thing known to her are the patterns on the doors.
These symbols and meanings meant something and that was for sure clearly stated in her mind.
The only point of confusion was how would she do that.  Feelings of power enveloped into her whenever she was near the temple or near the gigantic gates.

The stories were a little different from as it was from different people's perspective  , everyone there a has a different story where some had a completely different base to the storyline.

Some tell that behind the gate there is an ancient graveyard ,behind these doors is where giants were  buried and there souls are alive behind these doors so whoever touches them is the next meal for the ghost . Whatever the stories were all that she wanted was to visit the actual place behind those doors .
About the temple of maharaja people say that he was the one who killed all of those giants ,who attacked Shivpura .
These stories never felt true as they were always a little different from each other, a little incomplete and a little too known for the unknown doors .

The little girl now a grown lady has a life ahead with memories to make and dreams to work on .