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ANIRUDDHA BOSE
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My upcoming allegorical novel...
1
Beliefs...
His God was elsewhere - not in the mortar parapets of the temple, nor in unfathomable voluminous scriptures, nor in the radiating cerise of the turbaned tantrics, nor in the immolation of the poor creatures; his God was in him, in his perception of humanity without rigidity, in all its splendour, tendered in its love for all creations, at the cradle of nature.
2
Unknown...
When he was committed to tread the endless shadows of the darkness, foregoing the safe concourse of the prison, who could prevent him move forward to the vast expanse of the limitless Universe? Surely, in that unlimited darkness of the vastness, there must be a flicker of light, somewhere from the far off stars that twinkle hither and thither, where the sparkle radiates a new myth - of a galaxy unknown - where the eternal raga of peace plays an universal choir of everlasting bliss. That must be the paradise of the dreams, the myth of the fables, the serene refuge of the mundane chores, the Heaven of the infinite, shining bright like the full moon in a clear sky.
3
Mother...
It reminded him of his mother. He had no clue where his mother was! They had told him it was heaven. He never discerned what heaven looked like. He felt his mum was somewhere out there, at the cradle of yonder sky, amidst the synchronous cadence of the light of the world, blending into the light of darkness. That must be the heaven. Where both light and darkness play the sonata of The Universe - he wanted to delve deep into that unknown symphony, which was playing the eternal tune happiness and sorrow in one beat. That must be the heaven. That must be fable of the unknown. That must be the chorale soothing the misery of his life. It had to be heaven, whether others realised it or not. He had found his abode. He felt the desire to fathom it, delve deep into its mysteries of eternal happiness.
4
Soul explored...
To be deemed to fathom the reality behind the myth of the moon! He was a fool to venture into his world of unknown – to probe into the mysteries of his being. To touch the devils of his soul and throw them off in the dungeons of his hell, and walk away with the fairies of his dreams into the florid orchards of the paradise, where the birds sing the eternal tune of universal spring, where the cuckoo hums the melody of peace, where the mundane chores turn fruitless into the greatest vineyard of peaceful bliss.
5
Comfort...
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He felt uncomfortable. Somewhere deep down he could see reflection of his childhood ordeals manifesting in new colours. There wasn't a difference. The only difference was, he was amidst a new milieu. Colours may be same, words may be same in diverse forms, yet the language was universal. By this time he had come to discern. He was more comfortable with the snakes in the outhouse, than mortals in the ‘The Heaven on Earth’.