SATI, THE TIMELESS LOVE OF SHIVA
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 lady who was the center of all His dreams, but there was a mysteriously obscure and delightfully sweet remembrance of a most sweet voice calling Him, “Nath.”
A togetherness of love and playful laughter that went up to the skies, in what seemed an endless time.
But it had ended.
She was the most important one, who, through Her unmatched love, had made Him realise more than what all other creatures put together had acknowledged. He was not just Pasupati; He was Pasupati Nath. Not just the Lord of animals, but also the undisputed master of their very soul. It was She who had brought Him to the more intimate relationships, She who drew out the tenderness. But this was the strange part: He couldn’t remember Her face. 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.
The other, the woman He knew, but could not see.
He loved Her. True, He hadn’t even sighted Her; this lady who was the center of all His dreams, but there was a mysteriously obscure and delightfully sweet remembrance of a most sweet voice calling Him, “Nath.”
A togetherness of love and playful laughter that went up to the skies, in what seemed an endless time.
But it had ended.
She was the most important one, who, through Her unmatched love, had made Him realise more than what all other creatures put together had acknowledged. He was not just Pasupati; He was Pasupati Nath. Not just the Lord of animals, but also the undisputed master of their very soul. It was She who had brought Him to the more intimate relationships, She who drew out the tenderness. But this was the strange part: He couldn’t remember Her face. 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.
(From the book SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.)
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