The man yet again turned to look at his shoulder in much disbelief. Everything seemed to be a dream to him. "Magician, that is what mother had said to me. But why am I a magician? I have not even done anything special in my life except for painting."
He then halted and then looked at the water in front of him. "Alright… ahem…I command you to appear again in front of me. I am the mighty magician and I want you to come back again." He spoke loudly looking at the water but nothing really happened and all he could hear was water gushing rapidly.
"Errr….I command you to come here to me." He quickly picked up a tiny branch of a tree and lightly pierced it on his skin of the index finger. Blood started to ooze out from his finger and then he again turn to look at the water. "Look here….errr… Makara.. I am hurt. It is hurting me so much. Please come and heal me."
