The Spirits Of Reincarnation

The Spirits Of Reincarnation

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Life was an enigma. Living was a journey. Arjuna knows better. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't. Loved for centuries long, his pair of slit golden eyes watched as time flew and era replaced with another era. Sometimes, as he watches the time fly, he felt like he was alive. Sometimes he doesn't. Was he a reincarnation? No, he was stuck with his body mixed with the gift of Life, forever stayed in that form until the day his time meet its due. After all, not even the longest dragon was immortal. They just live long. As Arjuna lived on, he thought about his dear fellows who lived among their respective previous nature despite was no longer the same being. Was it necessary? He thought. But they said no, they just do it for fun. And maybe some kind of familiarity. Arjuna, who once a human, might reconsider their suggestion. After all, it had been thirty hundreds years since he lived among human.
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अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः। The end is the beginning. A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas and janmas, a soul leaves a decaying body to move onto something better and livelier. But what if certain karmas are found hanging on the thin string between salvation and damnation? This is exactly where Mihira Ramnath Subhedar finds herself. The last of the many Kaliyugis, she was holding on to the narrowest beam that would lead her towards eternal the light, or so she thought. Poets were liars, she discovered when the end neared. There was nothing peaceful about death, no rest and no respite; just an ounce of faith which made her believe that she would finally find a place at the Lord's feet. But the ever merciful Leeladhari had discrete intents for such a soul that had just witnessed the end of the heinous yuga. "No, ain't Vaikuntha but Dvāpara. Good luck completing the unfinished business!" Walk along the aisle with Mihira while she embarks on the greatest pilgrimage of her rekindled life, witnesses the red of the Swastika being washed over by the red of vengeful blood and being swept off her feet by a man she'd never heard of.

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