Poison Raised

Chapter 5

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"If you continue starring the stars, they may come down to complain." the mother said as she filled furnace with charcoal to light the fire, wondering why his only son was lost, gazing towards the foggy unilluminated sky. "Mother, I forgot to tell you this, Purohitji ( Saint) has insisted on seeing me today for some work. I should go there." he said immediately moving his eyes off the sky and drinking water from the earthen pot kept near the wooden fence. "But aren't you hungry, its been all day and..." mother was not allowed to continue as he barged in his masculine voice. "I'll eat something at his place, don't worry." Saying so he left running toward the jungle.

Time had changed a lot of things in the village. The route for the old shiv temple was a bit away from the village, crossing the abundant jungle. Now the village was seen with more proper civilized colonies and included cooked food in their diets.

Hridaya, was growing fast. Young & Dynamic though he was, he was also emotional & strong. He was not afraid of jungles even in the darkest hours. He was in fact fond of wandering around the aged forest. Though his mother wanted to keep him safe and away from the unseen faces of the forest, it didn't much bothered to him. From the very initial stage he has found himself connected to the forest as well as to Purohitji. Purohitji has been in this temple for more than 80 years, he had a stout personality with white knotted beard, hairs tied back into a bun. he was always seen with long kurta and a divine glaze in his big brown eyes.

Hridaya was panting now, he stopped running and walked calmly towards the temple. " Do you live in this village." a sharp masculine voice startled Hridaya and he turned around to find out the source. He noticed a young man may be 7- 8 years older than him. " Yes, but where are you from? I haven't seen you before." Hridaya replied.

"You must have not, I was not allowed here." he answered looking thoughtfully towards the sky.

Hridaya was not content with the reply. He was wondering about the mischievous smile that was pasted on his face.

"Then where are you from and where are you going." He asked again.

"I am from a nearby Village, I am going towards the sea."

Hridaya was still not content, but it didn't matter to him much.

"where are you going, you look tired?  Take this water." The stranger offered the vessel of water.

" I am going towards the temple. Anyways I am late and I don't need water, I should proceed." Hridaya said and kept going.

"as you wish, take safe steps." The stranger replied and sat down near a large banyan tree.

Hridaya waved him a short good bye and soon  he could see the lights from the lamps of the holy temple.

"You should be with your mother at night. What are you doing here? " purohitji asked him when he saw hridaya sitting at the steps of the shiv temple. Hridaya  had lied to his mother, purohitji never called him here, but it was Hridaya, who wished to see purohitji. He had always considered purohitji to be his god father.

He would sit beside him and be all ears to the wise words of the old man. He would come to him to share his thoughts and above all get answers to his personal and social questions. He never asked his mother about his father. Once when he did, he saw sadness roaming the whole day on his mother's face. It was Purohitji , who informed him about his  quiet and hardworking father. He told Hridaya , everything he knew about his smith father, who died when Hridaya was only 1 & ½ yrs old.