Rohit stood outside his home, the evening shadows lengthening as the day waned. He rang the doorbell repeatedly, but there was no response. A sense of solitude settled over him, accentuated by the silence that greeted his efforts to gain entry. With a sigh, he reached for his phone and dialed his mother's number.
The call connected, and his mother's voice greeted him warmly. "Rohit, beta, is everything alright?"
Rohit's concern softened into a smile at the familiar sound of his mother's voice. "Yes, Ma, everything's fine. I'm home, but no one's answering the door."
"Oh, we're not at home, beta," his mother explained. "Your father and I went to Mama Ghar. We'll be staying there tonight."
Understanding dawned on Rohit. "Oh, I see. It's been a while since you visited Mama Ghar."
"Yes, beta, and we'll be back tomorrow. Don't worry about us."
Rohit reassured his mother, "Don't worry, Ma. I'll make something to eat and take care of myself. Enjoy your time at Mama Ghar."
After a bit of convincing, his mother relented and agreed to let him stay alone for the night. With the call ended, Rohit glanced around, ensuring that no curious ears had overheard his conversation. Satisfied with his privacy, he retrieved a set of duplicate keys hidden in a tree in his garden and let himself into the house.
Instead of changing into casual attire, Rohit made his way to the Thakur Ghar, the sacred room dedicated to worship in his home. There, he donned a red dhoti and choli, the traditional garments of devotion. As he clothed himself in these sacred vestments, his demeanor shifted, his posture straightening with purpose.
Facing the statue of Maa Kali, the goddess of power and transformation, Rohit folded his hands in prayer. "Forgive me, Devi," he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity. "I must deceive my mother for a greater purpose."
With solemn determination, he began chanting ancient Sanskrit mantras, each syllable resonating with centuries of spiritual significance. He performed intricate mudras, hand gestures imbued with symbolic meaning, weaving a protective barrier around himself through the art of Daho Bandhan.
Daho Bandhan, the ancient art of sealing and warding the body from external forces, required precision and focus. Rohit's movements were fluid and purposeful, his mind attuned to the subtle energies that flowed through the ritual.
As the darkness deepened outside, Rohit entered a state of deep meditation before the idol of Maa Kali. His chants reverberated in the sanctum, filling the space with a palpable sense of devotion and power. "ॐ क्रीं कालिकायै नमः," he intoned, his voice carrying the resonance of centuries-old wisdom. "ওম মহা কালেই চ বিদ্মহে স্মাসানা বাসিন্যাই চ ধীমহি তন্নো কালী প্রচোদয়াৎ."
The mantra echoed through the chamber, each repetition drawing him deeper into a state of heightened awareness. His mind's eye illuminated with a bright golden light, and he felt a presence, an ethereal voice that spoke with the authority of the divine.
"My child, your preparations for Sadhana are complete," the voice of Maa Kali echoed in his consciousness. "Visit the Samsan without delay. The alignment of cosmic forces will favor you. Remember, when the winds of change begin to blow, the auspicious time will reveal itself. Harness the sacred power of the Samsan, and you shall succeed."
Tears welled in Rohit's eyes as he absorbed the blessing and guidance bestowed upon him. With reverence, he concluded his prayers, thanking Maa Kali for her divine intervention. Rising from his meditation, he gathered the necessary offerings and tools—a shawl, sacred herbs, and incense—and locked his home securely, offering a final prayer to the goddess before departing.
The night enveloped him as he made his way towards the Samsan, the sacred cremation ground where spiritual energies converged. The moonless sky obscured the stars, casting the world into a shroud of darkness that seemed to amplify the potency of his purpose.
The journey to the Samsan was quiet, the streets devoid of the usual bustle as most people sought shelter and rest. Rohit moved with purpose, his mind focused on the task ahead. As he approached the sacred site, he felt a tingling sensation, a subtle shift in the energy of the night.
At the Samsan, he found himself alone in the quietude of the darkened grounds. The atmosphere was charged with an otherworldly presence, and Rohit felt a surge of anticipation mingled with reverence. Following the guidance received during his meditation, he waited for the precise moment, attuned to the subtle signs of cosmic alignment.
He begin to here many strange noises like many foot steps are surrounding him, one time they are coming near and once circling him, he wants to open his eyes because of curiosity but then remember its 'vram/maya' mentioned by his 'guru dev' so he didn't stopped chanting.
After sometimes he begun to hear strange noises sometime a babies crying sound, later it become pained req of a old lady 'aaa pull me up son I have fallen to the pit pls help me son', then laughter of a young girl asking him directions ' ki go what are you doing here alone, cant you able to hear me, open your eyes look at me, are you deaf a lady asking for help and you are still not opening your eyes hello ' prompting him to open his eyes when this all failed and rohit still chanting then other voices started cursing him ' hay you pi*** ** ***t , hay I am talking to you as****e, are you deaf m*********r' rohit still dident paid any attention to all of this and still chanting.
Main scaring started after that a loud scream resonated through out the samsan any living being cant let out that blood cludding howl. Then a voice mixed with man women and beast resonated in rohit's ears ' what are you doing in our ground, don't you know this ground belongs to us living are not allowed here'.
Rohit is as scared as possible but still didn't stoped his chanting and prayed to mam kali for protection at that time dispite closing his eyes he can see a divine light mixed with red enveloping him.
As the wind began to stir, carrying with it a change in the celestial rhythms, Rohit knew the time had come. The lagna and tithi, the auspicious alignments of celestial bodies, shifted in his favor, aligning with the divine timing for his Sadhana.
With a steady heart and a focused mind, Rohit began his ritual. The sacred mantras flowed from his lips, each syllable resonating with the ancient power of invocation. The offerings were made with precision, each gesture imbued with intent and devotion no more sound or threats come to him.
As the ritual progressed, Rohit felt a surge of energy coursing through him, a palpable connection to the divine forces he invoked. The darkness of the night seemed to recede, replaced by a luminous aura that surrounded him, an ethereal glow that spoke of his communion with the sacred.
The culmination of the ritual was marked by a profound sense of fulfillment, a deep knowing that he had tapped into something greater than himself. With gratitude and humility, Rohit concluded the Sadhana, offering his final prayers of gratitude to Maa Kali for her guidance and blessings.
Exhausted yet uplifted, Rohit made his way back home in the predawn hours. The streets were still and silent, a stark contrast to the energy and intensity of his spiritual journey. As he crossed the threshold of his home, he felt a sense of peace settle over him, a quiet assurance that he had embarked on a path of transformation guided by divine grace.
The night had been long and arduous, but Rohit knew that it was only the beginning of his journey into the realms of spiritual awakening. With newfound determination and a profound sense of purpose, he prepared to face the challenges and revelations that lay ahead, knowing that Maa Kali's blessings would light his way.