Chronicles of Karma

3~ The Unseen Companion

People often worry about so many material things that they forget the only thing they carry forward is their soul. Everything else is Maya, but if one explores one's mind, finds one's inner calling, and lives one's life with no real attachment to the material world, that's when Moksha happens.

People call me by different names; they see me for different things. Please call out to me for other desires. But I am always there, even when they are not looking. I always am with them and always answer their calls. It's just that some only can listen to the physical world. But if one finds beyond the physical realm, they will see through me and know how I guide them.

Humans are very peculiar; their evolution has always fascinated me. Some believe I created humans as they are now, but I didn't do much. It's them who evolved beyond the obstacles I placed; it's them who learned from their mistakes; it's them who built their Karma. I am just someone who looks out for them. It's like a mother who looks out for her kids but lets her little ones solve their puzzles and live as they wish.

Some people never truly unlock their potential; most who walk on this beautiful earth never realise their purpose. They always dwell in sorrow and often only complain. Some people just completely ignore the fact that this life is just for them to live, not for any competition or race.

I wonder if evolution caused humans more stress. The more intelligent one becomes, the more aware they are of their situation, but many handle this differently, thus causing them no happiness but stress, fear, and sorrow.

People often tend to fear and serve me, but I don't ask for that. Neither are they enslaved, nor am I their master; instead, they are their soul, and I am their Moksha.

But today seemed interesting, as I saw one such mortal feeling, all kinds of emotions one could feel quickly. But just like a child, her heart is filled with innocence and fear of being alone. But what she didn't realise was that I was with her.

As she scolded me for not saving her parents, it made me understand that she was dwelling deep in sorrow for her lost ones. If only she had set her heart and heard me, just like energy, which neither can be created nor destroyed, our souls are part of the energy, too.

But this peculiar one is special; she is one such mortal who is beyond her thoughts and processes, unaware of her powers, and still could or couldn't figure out her life. Who's going to help her on this journey? Well, who else will it be but me?

Now, some of you guys are questioning who is narrating this chapter. As I said, I go by different names in different languages, religions, and beyond. But to put one name, well, here I go, Krishna. The one Shambhavi cried and got angered, her one and only Krishna idol, who listened to her, who watched her grow up. Who she didn't believe in. I am Vasudeva Krishnan.

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