Part Thirty Five

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Devasena slowly got down the bike. The journey had been long, but Amarendra was indeed a racer. And his bike a champion.

Anyways, the bigger issue was, they had to now climb up two hundred steps to the Laxmi Narayan Temple, Ujjain.

" I'll die! " , Devasena freaked.
" Shut up. Come, I'll carry you in my arms. "
" You'll faint. "
" You're lying. "
" Lying? About? "
"  That you remember your past! You wouldn't have said I would faint if you remembered what my hands can do. "
He displayed his biceps.

" But in this life you're not a warrior. You are a handsome doctor, only. "

" Only? Need to show you I guess. "

Within seconds Devasena was dangling in mid air, and Amarendra very swiftly jumped three steps at a time, making her stare at him in amazement while hanging from his arms.

Reaching the top, he politely placed her down. And he had no sign of any distress at all.

" I don't believe this! You are just the same.... "

" Then I'm sure you forgot our first meeting in this life. "

Devasena didn't. But she was more afraid and anxious that day.
Really, everything was much better and clearer now. The burden of not remembering was devastating.

The temple had a huge open space before the actual entrance. And people sat on chairs fixed along the edges. It was 5 in the evening.

" This temple is eight hundred years old. But this extension to the temple is new. "

Amarendra opened his shoes, so did Devasena

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Amarendra opened his shoes, so did Devasena. They washed hands.
And walked into the entrance.
" You've been here? "
Devasena asked.
Amarendra looked at her and smiled.
" You had been too. Look around. "

Surprised, Devasena looked around. And she couldn't move.

The surroundings suddenly started changing forms and took her to a phase of her last twenty four hours long journey.

The smell of sandlewood, turmeric, joss sticks,the sounds of people chirping, the bell ringing, jewellery tinkling, and of the mantras being chanted, and the heavenly feel of winding her little finger around his, taking seven rounds and seven vows, everything started flashing through her eyes and mind. She shut her eyes tight, and reopened them the next moment, to find the same temple, brighter, newer and peaceful.

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