Maya's world changed the day Vihaan was born. As she held her tiny son in her arms, a warmth spread through her heart unlike anything she had ever experienced. He was a beautiful child, his eyes sparkling with an intelligence that seemed to transcend his age.
Even as an infant, Vihaan was different. He rarely cried, preferring to observe the world around him with quiet curiosity. He would spend hours staring at the flickering shadows on the walls of their hut, his tiny fingers tracing patterns in the air.
As he grew, Vihaan's unique personality began to emerge. He was a quiet child, preferring the company of books and nature to the boisterous games of the other village children. Maya often found him sitting under the banyan tree, engrossed in an ancient scroll or lost in deep contemplation.
She encouraged his thirst for knowledge, sharing with him the stories and legends that had been passed down through generations. Vihaan listened intently, his mind absorbing every detail, his imagination soaring with the tales of gods and heroes.
As Vihaan grew older, Maya noticed a change in him. He became more introspective, more thoughtful. He would often spend hours alone, his brow furrowed in concentration, as if grappling with some unseen burden.
Maya worried about her son, but she knew that he was destined for greatness. She had seen the spark of brilliance in his eyes, the depth of his understanding, the unwavering determination that drove him.
She also noticed the special bond he shared with Krishna. The two boys were inseparable, their laughter echoing through the fields as they played their games and shared their secrets. Maya knew that Krishna was no ordinary child, and she trusted his influence on her son.
One day, Vihaan came to her with a troubled look on his face. "Ma," he said, his voice trembling, "I have something to tell you."
Maya's heart skipped a beat. She knew that this was a turning point, a moment that would change their lives forever.
Vihaan took a deep breath and revealed his secret. He told her about his past life, his memories of a far-off land filled with wonders and technological marvels. He spoke of his death, his rebirth, and the strange sense of destiny that had led him to this time and place.
Maya listened in stunned silence, her mind struggling to comprehend the enormity of his revelation. But when she looked into her son's eyes, she saw not a stranger, but the same loving, intelligent boy she had raised from infancy.
She embraced him, tears streaming down her face. "My dear Vihaan," she whispered, "no matter where you come from, no matter what secrets you hold, you will always be my son, my beloved child."
Their bond deepened that day, forged in the crucible of shared secrets and unconditional love. Maya, though bewildered by her son's origins, never doubted his intentions. She knew that he was destined for greatness, and she would support him every step of the way.