Harika, a 19-year-old sweet, caring, and studious girl, has always been devoted to her family. Her heart was anchored in the love of those closest to her, but her soul longed for something far more profound something divine she couldn't quite unders...
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Harika,s pov
Harika - ajji main room main hoon kuch laga toh bula lena
Ajji - ha riku main shweta aunty ke Ghar Jaa rahi hun hrishikesh aagaya hai dekhna room main baitha hai
Harika goes to the room of hrishikesh
Harika - dad kaisa Raha trip kya kya research hua i want to hear all
Hrishikesh - I want to give something to u hari about your mom it's fine to give the right thing to pass the legacy
Harika - what legacy and what about aai why u don't tell me about her
Hrishikesh - i will tell you everything when it's time but take these ghunghroos it's your mother's most favourite thing she wanted to see you dance as she does but it couldn't happen it's your, responsibilty now
Author,s pov
Back in her room, Harika sat cross-legged on her bed, her fingers absent-mindedly strumming her guitar. Her father's words replayed in her mind like a soft, lingering echo, filling her with emotions she couldn't fully name. The ghunghroos lay beside her, their delicate bells glinting in the gentle light of her lamp, reminding her of the legacy she'd just inherited. She slipped her headphones over her ears, letting the song Titli fill her senses, each note wrapping around her like a comforting embrace.
As the rhythm of the music merged with her strumming, Harika's thoughts drifted into an almost dreamlike state. Her fingers moved of their own accord, tracing patterns on the strings as if they were an extension of her emotions. The song's melody unfolded, delicate and sweeping, stirring something profound within her.
When the last verses played, the words resonated deep within her heart. It was as if each line held a message she could only feel, not fully understand. Her breath caught, the lyrics touching her soul in a way that felt almost mystical. With every note, every beat, she felt as if the universe was whispering a secret, a truth meant only for her a rhythm that went beyond the music, as if guiding her somewhere unknown yet deeply familiar.
A warmth spread through her chest, filling her with a serene sense of surrender. She closed her eyes, feeling as though her very soul was responding, reaching out to something... someone. Her heart beat in harmony with the music, as if she were being drawn closer to a truth she had always known but forgotten. The weight of the ghunghroos beside her seemed lighter now, as if her mother's spirit was quietly encouraging her, saying, This is your path, Harika. You're ready.
In that moment, Harika felt her soul connect with something vast, boundless, as though a veil had been lifted. The music faded, but the feeling stayed her heart aglow, her spirit wrapped in an inexplicable peace,
The verses
" Kondhalvannanaikovalanaai , ( Like lord Krishna the one with dark cloud like complexion )
"Vennin unda va yennin ullam karvathanae, ( With butter eaten mouth you stole my heart )
"Andha kula ne Arandha nin amudinai, ( With nectar like sweetness you ruled over all gods )
"Kanda kangal Mai thonrinnaikaanathey,
( On seeing this sweetness, my eyes won't look at anything else )
As, its soulful rhythm of mohe rang do laal captivated Harika, tugging at something deep within her, as if the very air were filled with a hidden truth. She let the melody wash over her, and before she knew it, she was on her feet. Her arms moved in delicate arcs, her feet gliding gracefully with a natural elegance she hadn't felt in years. The ghunghroos around her ankles chimed in harmony, their soft jingle echoing in the quiet of the room.
Her father's words about her mother's love for Kathak replayed in her mind, adding to her emotions. She danced with a rare grace, feeling her mother's spirit guiding her movements, as though the ghunghroos held the memories of countless dances, whispers of devotion spanning lifetimes.
A shift came over the room. The gentle scent of sandalwood drifted in, mixing with a faintly floral breeze, almost as if the air itself was alive, surrounding her in an otherworldly aura. Lost in her movements, she didn't notice it at first, but when she spun near the balcony door, her heart skipped a beat.
There, faint yet unmistakable, were delicate red footprints leading up to her doorway. A single Tulsi leaf rested at the end of the trail, its green vibrant against the pale floor. The sight filled her with a strange calmness, as if the world itself had shifted to align with her heart's rhythm. For a moment, her dance slowed, her gaze fixed on the tiny leaf, and her heart swelled with an inexplicable tranquility, a feeling of being watched over, loved.
The moment passed, and the footprints vanished as quietly as they had come, leaving only the Tulsi leaf as a reminder. She bent down, picking it up, feeling its cool texture in her hand, its faint scent mingling with sandalwood and mystery. Her heart beat with a quiet intensity, as if she were holding a piece of the infinite.
Harika held the delicate Tulsi leaf in her fingers, the faint scent of lotuses lingering in the air like a distant memory. She could hardly believe what she had seen a trail of red footprints, almost as if someone had walked across her balcony, only to vanish in a heartbeat. The leaf felt cool and soft, its earthy aroma blending with the lotus fragrance that seemed to wrap around her senses, leaving her mind both puzzled and soothed.
A gentle calm settled over her heart, one she couldn't quite explain. Her fingers traced the veins of the Tulsi leaf, feeling an ancient energy within it, as though it carried whispers from lifetimes past. Words rose to her lips, unbidden, soft and reverent.
"Keshav..." she whispered.
The name felt like an invocation, a quiet plea that settled into her chest. The moment stretched on, the world around her quiet, as if everything had paused to listen. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, slow and steady, merging with the lingering fragrance, the essence of something divine. It was as if this single word, this one name, had always held a secret power, a pull she hadn't yet understood but could feel in the depths of her being.
A shiver ran down her spine, not of fear but of something deeply familiar. She couldn't explain it this sense that she was closer to a truth she hadn't known she was searching for. With each breath, the feeling deepened, filling her with an overwhelming sense of peace, of being watched over, as though someone, somewhere, was smiling at her.
The Tulsi leaf remained in her hand, an enigma, yet one that left her spirit feeling whole,
But before harika could come to her senses the door creaked open her dad entering
Hrishikesh - we are going to tirupati I have a meeting in Andhra besides you all could get the darshan,s of srinivasa I'll tell ajji and ajoba we will be leaving in 2 days
------------------------------------- So here is our chapter let me know your thoughts in the comments and keep guessing who,s footprints it could be and what isn't coincidence of tirupati and pandhari?
