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Shankracharya

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This will be the last of the trilogy I want to write out... With this one being the only one based on realism. Although this one is the only correlation between the other two, I would still suggest to read the first two before this one, and if you want, go back and read them again after this one for better understanding of the two. This book is heavily based on a real life story, with names and places changed. This can very well be my first and final project, but you know that heart is of a fickle nature, and I might go on writing, but this trilogy ends here. To those interested, the other two books are Manu and Brahma. If you like them, do comment on the theme. I would love to hear your thoughts on this creation of mine... Special mention to those who can figure out the theme before reading them... The books aren't very cryptic, but it will take some time to understand the meaning... Enjoy...

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Chapter 1 - Prologue

And so I read on. I created that which existed with me, was above me and beneath me at the same time.

I am as lost in this world as I am not. I, the great? Or is it I, the fallen?

I know not where the wind blows, I know that it is blowing everywhere and in all directions.

I remembered a song amidst this heat of the barren lands:

I said we need to talk,

She walks,

I said sit down, I want to talk

She smiled not knowing what was about to befell her,

I stared through her soul,

She felt apprehensive, seeing the bad omens,

She felt a tug in her heart, she wondered,

Where did I go wrong?

I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

Is it life that struck me like a cannonball?

Or just a breeze which swept me off my feet unprepared?

This happened when I lost all my self respect, for this is when I committed the worst crime of being human, I betrayed what I stood for in all its entirety. Some say it isn't a huge deal. I did what had to be done, my hands were tied. But were they really? I fight all my battles, whether it be ice or snow, and yet I have up.

For the first time in my life, I generated a regret.

And I know this is not a demon I can defeat, for however proud I am, whatever demons I have made my peace with, I am the demon here in front of this situation. I chose the lesser of the two evil. I know that the day when I accept this for what it was, when I make my peace with it, I will no longer be the person of this crime. A maniac if you will, creation of darkened pus filled horrors of a life I never expected neither imagined nor wanted.

I know it's just a phase... with time my wounds shall heal. I don't want them to, hence I scratch off whatever heals to keep it afresh for as long as I can, remember the pain I inflicted on that innocent woman, for it isn't swords and weapons and such that kill off a human being, but sharp words, spoken from a tongue sharper than daggers, and knives thrust into your back which remold you.

I frequently get sidetracked from a story which I wish to tell you,since it's the matter of the heart which is the worst, hence bear with me... read on my rant for a while longer. I hope you learn something from it and don't commit the same mistakes I did.

To the others, have a blessed Iife.