"No" her scream was so loud, the Temple priest, her father, standing far away had two shocks at a time. One was the huge thunderbolt that hit the beggar, it was like a well-directed arrow that could annihilate the world. Another one was the realisation that struck him was that his little girl is hopelessly in love with a beggar saint.
The most important ornament an Indian woman wears is her modesty. She will never lose her composure outside the walls of her house unless a person so important to her is involved. When she screamed out loud in horror, another bolt of thunder hit him so hard. He started wondering how a shabby young man, a man who hardly wears a stinky saffron robe could inspire love and admiration in his daughter's heart.
He still remembers how she asked three years before with concerned eyes.
" Father, that young saint has not eaten anything for three days it seems, he hasn't even moved a step from where he was sitting."
He also has noticed the same, the energy fluctuations in the meditation hall of the temple are different.
Being the priest of the temple of Kalighat, he is also a warrior and a saint. The old education left by the ancestors has given him a great and unfathomable foundation, whereas the daily service in such a great temple presented him with the opportunity to break through into a high mortal realm. However, he still couldn't guess the level of fluctuations and he was concerned too.
" Father, let me go in and give him this food offering left in the temple." She said
He consented.
From that day to this day, she always did the same, and he always observed what was happening from a distance. Initially, he was proud of the good nature of his girl but the meaning he could guess when she talked about this young man made him afraid. However, when she couldn't make it to the temple and deliver the offering to him, he personally went there and served him.
During these three years, on many days when he had to deliver the offering, he talked a little. But his wife when went there to deliver food, it was very different. The whole meditation hall would change when she fo there to meet him. They will talk a lot, about the goddess, his daughter, her studies, home affairs, recipes, health, medicine etc. She must have invited this young man at least a hundred times in these three years, but he never came.
He is not simple, she always said, Whether he is simple or not, he has a good heart and that's all that matters, I would even marry my daughter to him. She added
The old man was always surprised why his wife, who is also very knowledgeable and wise preferred this beggar.
" Master" the shout of the disciple has brought him back from his thoughts " the bloody bigger saint, even gods can't tolerate him"
" They say that he drinks alcohol and eats meat." He added
He is simply a disgrace to entire sainthood, he continued.
Oldman ignored his words and looked towards Charu, she was running near towards him at full speed to see him.
He didn't voice his sound to stop him but walked slowly towards the meditation hall.
The young girl quickened her footsteps and ran towards the hall, shrouded dust that rose after the lighting settled down and the scene became clear. The girl suddenly stood in place, like struck by lightning.
She is not moving anymore, just looking at the picture before her and the old man is surprised too. Why is she not moving? Did he burn to Charchol just now? But then he looked at the hall and he was dumbstruck too.
The young man who received the lightning bolt just now looks unharmed but has a unique radiance around him and there was no damage, even to the clothes. He didn't know how to explain, he walked towards his daughter and took her hand and they both continued towards the hall. Charu looked at his father, her eyes filled with tears, and followed him.
When he reached the hall, the young beggar saint opened his eyes and there was a smile on his lips, a smile of accomplishment but when his eyes found her it faded and the feeling of making tears in her eyes made him a little sad. But suddenly it was replaced with a playful arc and he said
"Aśrupātena viklavā iva prayāsyanti meghān" he continued " Like those distressed by the falling of tears, they will go to the clouds."
It was the saint who sitting not far in amazement said " Meghadoota"
The work of Kalidasa again. The old man was now sure in his heart that this young beggar was no simple, he must be a great man, a great scholar, otherwise, how could he know Kalidasa so well? What about the thunderbolt, why did it hit him? Was he practising spiritual energy? Did he level up? Why does it cause such a disturbance? Who is he? How great he could be to make such a phenomenon?
The old priest has a thousand questions in his mind but he fails to look at his daughter, who was ecstatic before has now a little falling out with him. He teased her again with a Kalidasa poem.
" Sir, you want to send me to clouds???"
" Doesn't that where where you belong?" He said. And looked at her father and said " Namaste!"
She quickly came back to her senses, she just wanted to run away now because the thought of flirting with someone before her father was so overwhelming for her.
He smiled and looked at his daughter and young man and he was certain now that things are not simple.
" Yes, she is from Sky and you belong to fields, you dirty speck of dust" It was Shubam who responded.
The young beggar smiled and the old man felt he wanted to talk, but suddenly his eyes saw something and a playful arc in his lips widened and his eyes became more radiant. Then he looked back, he saw a beautiful woman with mature charm walking towards this young beggar.
" Son, Are you fine," she asked in a loud voice losing all her composure.
She exudes grace and authority. Her long, dark hair is adorned with gold pins and jasmine flowers. Her deep, kohl-lined eyes reflect wisdom and strength.
She wears a rich silk saree in deep indigo and gold. A prominent nose ring, studded with diamonds, adds to her regal appearance. Gold bangles jingle on her wrists and a heavy necklace with rubies and emeralds rests around her neck. Large gold jhumkas adorn her ears, and her fingers are graced with rings. A broad gold waistband and anklets complete her look.
The old man felt an inexplicable familiarity with the woman but he is not where she met her and he thinks he knows her very much.
The woman slowly walked towards the young man gently moved her hands around his head, then looked at Charu and said
" Don't worry girl, a little flash can do nothing to my son."
She was startled and the old man almost vomited blood. The lighting blot he saw now could flatten a large building, how could someone call it a flash of light?
" It's impossible, how could you be related to this beggar," It was Shubam, the old man's disciple, who broke the silence.
Yes, how can it be, people around them echoed the same.
The charming face of the woman suddenly changed to an extremely turbulent and terrifying aura, she shifted her gaze at Shubam and he panicked. He felt he was in a terrifying sea of fire and blood and drowning. The feeling was not just for him but for everyone. The day suddenly sunk into a bloody sky, there was no sun, but blood-coloured clouds, howling of thousand beasts responded everywhere. Even the chief priest was panicked and he had a very bad prenomination.