A faint movement had got caught by the forty-eighth hour of scanning. I was perplexed, Prakash was yet to recover and the opponent was no joke. The crimson red blood and helpless screaming of I don't know how many souls innocent, vicious, clueless and many more. It hadn't happened for a while, it had too much strength to victimize on a large scale. I called an Ojas, although Ojas couldn't speak up, they were capable of various other things which were impossible even for me. I was such a weak mystical being who had no power to go down to the earth and monitor things in person. Instead, I was given the power to indirectly monitor through Ojasas.
Ojasas were directly connected to me as a being who supplied energy to me for serving twenty-four seven. All I had to do was to sit in the Mystic Throne or to take leisure(anxious) walk in the garden. I did not remember when and how I was made the crown of this place. I was being there all my life, I was not even sure if I had a life. The Ojas came forward as I requested and I asked him to go down there silently, not to get caught in the eyes of the evil.
As far as I knew, I had no threat, I was a puppet of my fate. The Ojasas were so vulnerable to every move I made and every mistake of mine. There was something so invincible down there in the earth that had been keeping humanity in check but even that power had been diminishing as my eyes started to become blurry. I had never had an opportunity to meet that invincible power. I often wondered if there was a power like that or not, if it was a human being or a tree or an idol or it was just a rumour or what if it was an invisible magnetic field that controls the flow of life leading to the death bed.
My day-to-day work was to create those little magical moments in the lives of people. When the job seems so easy, it wasn't easy for me to keep doing what I was doing for millions of years, if you live numerous years, you don't get the emotions of others. Although people might gain more knowledge with time, emotion becomes numb like you never know when was the last time you felt the real pleasure and if the sorrow you feel right now is a genuine one or habitual.
But I too had a soft spot for the Ojasas, I adore them a lot like my own children. The fun fact was the numerous Ojasas running around were all just the fragments of one Ojas that resides in one of the caves in the 'Ajahgiri' mountain. I'd visited him whenever I needed to open this blindfold and whenever it happened, there was something good that happened down in the earth. Like, there used to be a famine killing an endless number of people and it had ended when I opened my eyes hundred years ago.
I believed that the mountain Ajahgiri itself was a mystical being, it had a soul of its own and it listened to the requests of very pure human beings. There were many other interesting facts about the Ajopavana. When I sent the Ojas to help Sita and Prakash, it seemed to be going well between them. It was bound to happen then or sooner. So I was glad for whatever they had decided. Some things are always bound to happen and such things are beyond our control, even if it's a false statement, it is better to believe it than to blame each other for whatever has gone wrong.
"Ahim! Ahim!"
My eyebrows narrowed to form wrinkles around my forehead, I heard someone calling me. It was so unusual for me to get any guests. With Ojasas, it had always been the sound of their laughter. They had never spoken a word since all of them were in their toddler's phase. Apart from them, I had only one guest who rarely visited me before Sita and Prakash appeared in my place.
I was sure that this time it was Sita, I did not expect her to visit me. "So careless of me! I did not see you coming all the way up here!", I expressed my surprise.
"I am sorry for barging, Ahim."
"You must have your reasons…"
"I am afraid…", her hesitation made me worry and I was genuine, "about Prakash…"
"Yes, I am hearing…"
"Can't we leave him out?"
"So now that the love bloomed, the flower seems to be too good to wither, isn't it?"
It was sensible to the human being standing in front of me, but to me, it was not. She seemed stupid and immature to me although I had no place to judge her there. She was on the verge of crying, the trembling voice and hazy image. She was not teleporting, it was her dream. She was dreaming of coming up to see me and having such a conversation.
I couldn't help but smile at her innocence, I advised her to talk it out with Prakash first.
"If you want him to leave this agreement, he shall lose his memories…", it was a harsh one, "of this place and—the memories of you…"
She cried her eyes out, squatting in front of me and said, "I am afraid I might lose him… I can't let him get hurt like that ever again…"
I sprang up from my seat and reached Sita to help her stand straight, "I repeat once again...whoever comes here...it is the fate that decides he comes...you of all are not the reason...what dragged him here isn't you but his own fate…", I held her shoulders and uttered whatever truth I had known.
"You say that...but I don't know how to convince myself…", she wiped her tears and her whole face down.
"Never in my eternal life have I served people with dating advice…"
"Never in my eternal life have I served people with dating advice…", I rubbed my forehead. "I require you to talk with the person involved in this matter to solve the problem of yours…", after clearing my throat, I continued, "Now, it's time for a deeper sleep…", in a flip second she faded away back to sleep like a child and I sighed thinking about whatever that was waiting for me in the future.