Indra hung out with his friends in the schoolyard, their laughter echoing off the brick walls. He felt different—more vibrant, more alive than ever. As they tossed a football back and forth, he realized he could kick the ball harder and run faster than he ever had before. With each sprint, his body felt like a finely tuned machine, and it was exhilarating.
"Nice kick, Indra!" his friend Vikram shouted, chasing after the ball. "You've got some serious power behind those legs!"
Indra grinned, but deep down, he felt a stirring of concern. He couldn't help but notice that his friends were already beginning to tire while he felt like he could run for hours. What if they figured out something was different about him? He had to keep his powers a secret. For now, it was better that they thought he was just another kid hanging out.
Suddenly, as they settled down for a quick snack, Indra's stomach churned at the sight of the greasy chips and sugary drinks. Remembering the alien encounter and the strange changes in his body, he hesitated. When his friend offered him a chip, he instinctively recoiled. Before he could even think twice, his body reacted on its own—a violent wave of nausea washed over him, and he had tree to retch.
"What the—Indra? Are you okay?" Vikram's voice sounded alarmed.
Indra nodded, embarrassment flooding his cheeks. "Yeah, just…something didn't agree with me. I think I need to be careful about what I eat."
"Dude, it's just chips!" Vikram laughed, but Indra knew better. It was as if his body had developed a keen sense of what was suitable for him and what wasn't. If it wasn't right, his body would reject it, unwilling to compromise.
As the day wore on, the excitement of playing football faded, and Indra decided to pull back. He needed to keep a low profile—it would be best not to attract too much attention to his newfound abilities. Later that evening, he headed to an internet café, eager to dive into learning new languages. He had realized that understanding different cultures might lead him to uncover more secrets of mythology and history.
But paying for internet time was expensive. After poking around the café, he thought he might as well ask his father for some language books instead, like German or Spanish. It would be a worthy investment, and he could build a foundation for his learning without draining their budget.
The next day, he pleaded with his father for the books. "Dad, I really want to learn how to speak different languages. It'll help with my studies and, you know, my future."
His father raised an eyebrow but eventually nodded, slightly amused. "Alright, Indra. I'll see about getting you some books, but you'd better use them! No more slacking off in school."
"Deal!" Indra responded, excitement bubbling up at the thought of diving into a new world of knowledge.
After school, he made a habit of visiting nearby temples. He would sit quietly, soaking in the atmosphere, listening for chants and mantras that felt pure and powerful. However, whenever he tried, the peculiar magic eluded him. Nothing spectacular happened; it was just another practice in patience and discipline. But he found himself remembering numbers and names he had seen online—stock names he knew would see a rise in the future, picking up hints of omni-trends that only seemed to come to him naturally.
As weeks transformed into months, Indra, now almost twelve years old, towered over his classmates. His height and muscular build gave him an adult appearance, making him look more like a twenty-two-year-old rather than a pre-teen. His skin radiated a vibrant glow, almost like it was kissed by the sun. Some girls looked at him admiringly, but Indra remained devoted to his commitments.
He focused on learning not only languages but also various forms of **Indian and Chinese martial arts**, embracing any opportunity to understand his body better. Each practice revealed to him the intricate pathways—the nerves and blood vessels that worked together in harmony. He could feel the energy coursing through him, and it was exhilarating.
Indra also began to practice various **yoga asanas**, each pose leading him deeper into this awareness of self. But for every positive experience, an idea tugged at the back of his mind, nagging insistently. He had interacted with several girls who seemed interested, their playful glances heavy with unspoken attraction. But Indra held back, anchoring himself in friendship.
"What if I allow myself to get distracted?" he thought. The legendary benefits of **Brahmacharya**, the path of celibacy, loomed large in his mind. What if indulging in brief moments of lust could affect his precious mental space? He could lose his powers—the very gifts that felt so vital to his new life.
Indra was determined. He understood the significance of focusing solely on his growth, his studies, and honing the skills that destiny had laid out before him. Immortality, in a sense, was about knowledge—about mastering oneself, and perhaps, uncovering the mysteries of the universe itself.
And so, Indra made a vow. "I'll explore something far greater than mere romantic interests. I want to understand the world, the stories that created it, and the energy that connects us all."
With that sense of clarity, he plunged back into his books, his practices, and his quest for knowledge. There were adventures waiting for him, and he was ready to embrace them, armed with the wisdom of ages and the knowledge of the body and mind he was beginning to unlock.