Dangerous Life Ahead

40 : || Sense Of Divinity||

The cooing of Doves signified the time of dawn on the auspicious sixth day of Navratri, highly dedicated to Devi Katyayani.

The Sun was yet to rise, though a light hue spread across the sky, as the people woke up early for their immense enthusiasm of the day ahead.

The Royal Palace of Hastinapur already buzzed with the preparations to conduct the Puja in the evening.

The previous night also passed with those horrible nightmares, and hence Panchali refused to sleep again.

Taking a warm shower, Panchali's mind was filled with a lot of uncertainties. Dashami was just three days away.

Her Birthday, that atrocious night was just three days away.

Panchali tied her hair in a high pony tail, wearing a black pant paired with black sports bra and a black jacket, she got ready to leave the palace to get some piece of mind.

Everything there was messing with her emotions, be it the grand Navratri celebration, or those nightmares.

Pulling the chain of the jacket, till her chest and the sleeves till her elbow, she wore her shoes and watch.

Looking at her final outfit, she went out of the walk-in closet to her room. She grabbed her phone, air pods and the water bottle, moving out of the room.

The scene that greeted her was much chaotic and busy downstairs of the building she resided, a total contrary to the upper floor.

And that's the reason why she wanted to stay inside her room throughout the ten days of celebration.

But it seemed like, staying inside the same room suffocated her to no end.

She put the air pods in her ear, turning on the music, feeling better that no chaos reached her ears now.

Panchali made her way to the backyard of the palace towards the Ganga shore, because she knew that the front yard would be buzzing with the celebration.

She released a long breath, upon reaching the isolated shores of the river, after a few minutes of walking distance.

The soft waves of Ganga touched her waterproof shoes, as Panchali jogged.

Fifteen years passed from that incident, she was turning 24. But still, it felt like it's just yesterday that things happened.

From locking her up in a dark conjested store room and hitting her and her Mumma, to their house slowly turning into a prostitution centre.

Everything rushed back to her mind.

Panchali stopped in her tracks after jogging for 30 mins, as her breathing turned heavy. Sweats trickled down the sides of her face, till neck.

"Tum pani mei kudne wali ho, ya phir pani tum par kude, iski pratiksha kr rhi ho?" A familiar divine voice, made her furrow her eyebrows, as she turned behind to find Krishna smiling brightly at her.

(Are you going to jump into the water or are you waiting for the water to jumo on you?)

"Kshama krna, Sakhi. Mai apne jigyasa ko rokh nhi paya." Krishna chuckled, moving towards her.

(Pardon me. I couldn't stop my question.)

"What are you doing here?" Panchali asked, her voice turning into a cold note.

"I can ask you the same question, Sakhi." Krishna retarded back, smiling.

"I see, you take care of yourself well by exercising early in the morning in the isolated banks of Ganga. By the way, why is it suddenly here, Sakhi?" Krishna added, asking dramatically.