Story revolves around a women Sirsi, who is believed to hold the destiny to find the lost tunnels of treasure. But, soon word spreads like wild fire, she has unknown enemies and lost her only key to find the way. With her brother and friend by her s...
A beautiful violin classical music was playing on the back ground, Sirsi was busy arranging flowers on the photos of the gods. Sirsi, migrated from Srilanka to London, due to the political turmoil, majority of the Sri Lankans had to migrate to other countries. Sirsi still followed the religious beliefs and was a spiritual person by practice. She had a modern outlook, few curls at the end of the long black hair and her dusky skin tone gave away a very elegant but kind persona. Every student in her college, loved her teaching in class, she majored in Mythology, Indian History. Her style of teaching was adored by many in the class, and she included many stories in her teaching, that she inherited from her grandfather.It was early noon, Sirsi was looking at the assignment papers and writing some corrections on the post it notes. She heard few knocks, it was her very favourite student, Halley. He was also determined to graduate and specialise in Mythology. Sirsi, had definitely made some serious but, good impact on students life. Halley had few doubts about the presence of Monkey god, he had always been fascinated about this particular Indian god. Sirsi, knew he was talking about Hanuman (looks like monkey). He was worshipped by many Hindus and adored for his devotion and love towards his Guru, Ram. Sirsi, clarified his doubts that, there is a belief that Hanuman has been seen wandering around the hills of Himalayas in India, but there is no proof of sighting him.
After the class, she had plans to pass by Starbucks and meet her friend. But, fate had different plans for her..After the last period, she was hurriedly moving towards her car, breathing fastly and her instincts suggested that she leaves this place right now!!
She drove fastly, literally counting down the numbers near the Stop signal and shivering hands managing to take control over the steering wheel. Within an hour, she was in her apartment. She secured the locks of the windows and the doors, sat down on the couch overlooking the Nataraja Statue.
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She never thought, that this day would ever come. Though, her dead grandparents argued, that this day will descend, she had moved away from her past. Sirsi, is very well educated and self independent, her confidence in their ancestors words had slowly vanished in this fast pacing world. She closed her eyes, still breathing highly and her fingers crushed the letter, and thought whether this is happening for real?????That very moment,the flower she adorned on the Nataraja statue fell down immediately! It's true... The day has indeed descended.
