ANANTA PREMACHARITA ~ THE NARRATION OF ENDLESS LOVE

Destiny brings two souls together, tears apart two souls,too. But, living every moment being tugged by the bonds of blood in one hand & wrecking that poor soul on a simple hope to meet that one person is, perhaps, beyond the cruel tapestry of fate, it feeds on tears, blood, flesh, bones and memories all in one go to get smashed altogether in an inhumane mass. ~ AUTHOR

Being the betterhalf of the supreme godhead, even Mata Sita had to bury herself within the very soil she had emerged from in Tretayuga. In Dwaparyuga, too, Shree Mahalakshmi had to put her lotus feet on the pathway of burning coal only to reunite with her lord, her Narayan. But, was this journey only about her burnt feet? Was it too endearing to just walk through? Was it merely related to her unwavering devotion, love & surrender to her lord?

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"Why is this navigation meant only for women!!? Why must all the sufferings be bestowed to women??" The angelic voice choked, thick with emotions and self turmoils coiling up within the beautiful soul, as she traced her delicate fingers across another scroll tore apart by her eldest brother, bleeding her very soul from within; her tears freely falling onto the scroll, soaking the picture of the unforseen man with peacock feathers tugged on his head & a simple flute on his hand she had merely heard about.....

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"I'll never let you go through the same path again !" He mumbled, moving his cold, dark fingers in the air as if trying to gently stroke her face as he stared at the moon, "We'll meet again, and sail this ocean of trust, love & bliss with each other...we'll definitely meet....."