Before dawn, sometime during a winter month, while most of the world lay asleep, a young ascetic was walking briskly through a forest. It had become a habit with the young Rudra to start His day like that, without waiting for the sun. His pace was brisk, yet steadfast; the gait graceful, yet determined. He looked straight ahead, yet was aware of all His surroundings. And He thought of nothing, yet His mind was full of God.
Today was special. He was headed for Kailash.
Personally, His mind always went out to two things: The first were the snow-clad mountains He could see but did not know.
The other, the woman He knew, but could not see.
He loved Her. True, He hadn’t even sighted Her; this woman who was the center of all His dreams, but there was a mysteriously obscure and delightfully sweet remembrance of being drowned in a tidal wave of long, perfumed hair. A remembrance of that lilting voice calling Him, “Nath.”
Every time He came close to
remembering it, She flitted away, like a dream, a mist, or more appropriately,
like the ending of a trance. And then, what remained was just the snow-clad
mountain, and its snowy silence. The memory of Her scent and voice haunted Him.
He sensed that His two haunts were linked and decided He would hike to the mountains
to find out the reality of the woman. And that is how Rudra’s tryst began with
the mountains and higher reaches of life: in search of a timeless love.
~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.
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