THE MAGIC OF MOTHER NATURE
( Things appeared when You needed them)
( Things appeared when You needed them)
It had become a habit with the young Rudra to start His day early, without waiting for the sun, He often walked into the jungles in the morning.
Today was special. He was headed for Kailash.
He had been walking for a while, when He felt the scorching heat of the noon sun, which had by now risen to burn bright in its typical trait. It was directly overhead Rudra, who was unmindful of the fact that He had already left the forest behind. He was now at the foothills of the sparsely inhabited and somewhat arid flatlands preceding the mountains.
Rudra suddenly realised that He was thirsty. Now, with His God-saturated mind coming back to ground reality and resuming its routine function of worldly senses, He heard the sound of water. It was a stream flowing nearby, gurgling loudly as though in chant of an old beloved.
Rudra marvelled at the ways of Nature; how things appeared just when you needed them most. The ways, that were woven in an ingenious manner, like a magic matrix.
Drinking water was a passion with Him; it was almost a ritual, a prayer. Rudra drank long, like one who, being one with the ocean, could drink it all and merge it in Himself.
Today was special. He was headed for Kailash.
He had been walking for a while, when He felt the scorching heat of the noon sun, which had by now risen to burn bright in its typical trait. It was directly overhead Rudra, who was unmindful of the fact that He had already left the forest behind. He was now at the foothills of the sparsely inhabited and somewhat arid flatlands preceding the mountains.
Rudra suddenly realised that He was thirsty. Now, with His God-saturated mind coming back to ground reality and resuming its routine function of worldly senses, He heard the sound of water. It was a stream flowing nearby, gurgling loudly as though in chant of an old beloved.
Rudra marvelled at the ways of Nature; how things appeared just when you needed them most. The ways, that were woven in an ingenious manner, like a magic matrix.
Drinking water was a passion with Him; it was almost a ritual, a prayer. Rudra drank long, like one who, being one with the ocean, could drink it all and merge it in Himself.
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