7. The Secret Sanctum

It was very bright and hot, which compelled us to wake up in spite of extreme tiredness. It was due to the energy source at the top of the temple which was unbearable as we were at the bottom of the temple. What is it made of? Is it really a second sun? Or Are we at the centre of the earth just as said in Verne’s novel “Journey to the centre of the Earth”?

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It was very bright and hot, which compelled us to wake up in spite of extreme tiredness. It was due to the energy source at the top of the temple which was unbearable as we were at the bottom of the temple. What is it made of? Is it really a second sun? Or Are we at the centre of the earth just as said in Verne’s novel “Journey to the centre of the Earth”? The answer to these questions can be found only inside the temple. We refreshed ourselves from the stream nearby and went inside the temple. We stood astonished on witnessing the things inside the temple.

It was very clean inside with modern lighting and other facilities, most of it looked like electric equipments and some looked like hydraulic equipments. But how is that possible. Professor said that this temple is thousand years old, where there was no development in science. How are these equipments more advanced than the present year was the question that pricked me. My doubts were slapped by my professor who considered it nothing before the light source, but I had my doubts on every object, which increased on every second we stayed inside the temple.

Statues inside the temple were carved beautifully and perfectly, not even the modern technology was capable of bringing that perfection. Professor scolded me for doubting everything and instructed me to enjoy the present beauty of the temple. I had no other choice but to act as per my professor’s word. We took our utility bag and started our work but there was no use for brushes as the place was already clean as new. We took pictures of every object as it would help us find the changes that take place during the cleaning process. I noticed carefully on each object and statues inside the temple. Only I called it temple while others addressed it as the “Secret Sanctum” whatever it maybe I still had a skeptic thought about that place.

Among all other objects, there was something which dragged our interest. It was a clock, which also had calendar along with it. It was not working maybe its battery is dead or it might have gone repaired as it was not used for a long time. My professor used his lens to have a close look at it and found something. There was a key hole. Very small key hole. On seeing it professor took the key which we found a few days back and examined. It had similarities, so he inserted the key inside the keyhole and twisted it clockwise twice. Suddenly the clock began to rotate fastly and stopped at seven fifteen. There was a change in calendar too.we were taken aback on seeing it, it was stopped in fifty thousand B.C.

I questioned my professor about the date because he said that the temple was built-in six fifty A.D. but the calendar showed it way back to palaeolithic age. He compromised us saying this to be a glitch and nothing more to worry. While we were talking we heard a noise which came from that clock. We all turned towards it. There was a small light which came out of a small hole from the clock. Following it many lights followed it from different corners of the room. It all merged together and gained a human form. What the hell? It’s a hologram. It was very hard and unbelievable to digest what we saw.

The voice of hologram was not clear at the beginning but it tuned itself in the meantime.we were filled with questions. It was as if my plague of questioning affected everyone in that room. There was a dead silence. The hologram saw us all and started to laugh at us. We started to shoot our questions one by one. Our questions were answered patiently by the hologram. The temple where we stood once was above the ground on the surface, build fifty thousand years back by a great person who was killed by treachery. Before his death he made the temple go below the ground and he got buried himself along with the temple.

The next question which came out was that if there is a way out of this mess to reach the ground. Yes was the answer that echoed back instantly. There was a way back to the ground from the back of the temple. The hologram instructed us to take the clock from its hold and carry it along with us so that it could come and guide us all through the way back to the surface. Our first thought was to reach the surface first and gain more manpower in order to make our excavation easier. After confirming our unanimous understanding We took the clock from its hold as instructed and started our journey back to the surface.

……….To Be Continued……….

6. The Sentinels

What happened to me? I’m a person who never goes down on any issue but now was literally down on the ground I have to do something. I tried to release myself from the hold. I used the log nearby and hit the indefinable creature had on its head. Big mistake; wood against rock even a stupid man won’t take such decision and now I had to pay for my mistake, killed by the creature.

What happened to me? I’m a person who never goes down on any issue but I was literally down on the ground, I have to do something. I tried to release myself from the hold. I used the log nearby and hit the indefinable creature hard on its head. Big mistake; wood against rock, even a stupid man won’t take such decision and now I had to pay for my mistake,getting killed by the creature. It raised its arm high nearing the sky to hit me deep below the ground. Camouflaged in air a spear penetrated the indefinable creature and broke it to pieces. I was lifted by someone and taken out of the maze, it was my professor, he was the one who saved me again. He is too concerned about me, he laid me down near an arborescent and instructed me to stay low. How can I do that? With the giddiness of the choke, I stood and looked at the maze, it was really hard to find where others were. I needed a weapon. I must get back to save others. There was an Ashoka chakra like object mounted on a wall nearby. Pivot to it was a whip and inside one gap of the Ashoka chakra, there was a long staff. I took both and ran towards one entrance. I shouted every one’s name, “Kamal” “Durga” “professor” again and again but only the metallic sound and scream echoed.

I ran in random path expecting to reach them at any cost. Suddenly something came close to my neck and was very sharp too. It was a small dagger and the person who held it was shorter than that dagger. It was Kamal, he was scared and confused about the situation. I held his hand, convinced him and we both moved toward the metallic sound. we just crossed two lanes, suddenly something came in front of us. It was a hound, a huge, monstrous, rocky hound. We were stunned on seeing it.  On every step we moved back it, the rocky hound moves toward us the double distance. We were been cornered, it was a dead-end. I had to do something. I not only had to protect myself but also Kamal who was scared, hiding behind me. I became bold, I had to be like old times, facing any situation no matter how big it is. I started to move forward which created a turmoil to the rocky hound.

It was my turn to charge, I used the whip to distract the hound and hit it hard using the staff, but what happened was totally different, the whip got locked around the hound’s neck and the staff pierced the Hound’s bosom just like a knife piercing an apple. The hound broke into pieces as I pulled both the staff and the whip simultaneously. To my surprise, the whip started to glow metallic green and the staff was transformed into a Trishul, an ancient weapon used only by great warriors. What a luck? I instructed Kamal to follow me and we again started to move toward the metallic sound. My mind was filled with questions on what would come next? yet my heart was worried about Durga, was she safe? Was she hiding somewhere? Was she protected by my professor? These were the questions that moved randomly until I found the most astonishing sight.

Mahatapase bounced the rocky monsters like a basketball, he also had a glove which too glowed metallic green. My professor tossed his spear which shattered every rocky monster into pieces. It was as if the spear obeyed his command and massacred every thing that tried to attack him. To my greater surprise, Durga had a great sword with which she sliced the monsters like a piece of cake. She had an attitude of a warrior. The way she saw everything, the way she reflexed to tackle herself. The way she killed every monster. She was not the person whom I met five months back. She was totally different. And the sword she possessed was also different. It was accurately six feet long and she handled it like a six inches stick.

The unsystematic fight threw the debris randomly. One such debris hit me badly on my forehead between my eyebrow. Blood oozed slowly from my wound and it’s warmth gave me a comfort in spite of pain of that cold night. All the monsters were destroyed and again my professor took me back out of the maze. We all sat on the steps in front of a battered building which was nothing but the secret temple we came in search of. I wiped the blood that oozed out of my forehead. Durga dressed my wound with a piece of cloth torn from her attire. Suddenly there was a mild earthquake, we were all strangled to the steps. All the broken pieces of the rocky monsters went back inside the maze, we believed it was over, but we saw shadows moving towards us very fastly, it was the monsters.

They didn’t die. They put themselves back and came to attack us again. This time as we all were together in the same place, it was very supportive for us to watch each other’s’ back. We fought ferociously and continuously. The quick we destroyed the quicker they came back alive to fight back. I lost my patience and shouted aloud STOP  the blood drops that I had on my hand fell on the monsters. They stopped, they all stood motion less. Monkey, hound, wild cat, wild boar and oxen stood motion less at the same place without even moving an inch. After some time they turned against us and stood motion less as if they were guarding us.

We started to examine the weapons which we chose, but it was as if the weapons that chose us. Durga started to name all the weapons. she named my professor’s spear as “Vel” as it pierced anything that comes in front of it, the gloves worn by Mahatapase as “Power Mitt” as it thrashed anything that is touched by it, kamal’s dagger as “Slit” as it cut anything that came in contact with it, her sword as “Death Sword” as it took life of anything that crossed it, my whip as “Grave Whip” as it sent anything it catches to the grave and finally my Trishul as just “Trishul” as it had three sharp points.

There was something which was written all the way we came which we didn’t notice before. On using my professors binocular we found that it was “Sentinels on Guard”. It was already late and we slept outside as we were exhausted due to the fight and the whole day walk inside the maze. We planned to go inside the battered temple the next day after taking a long good sleep.

……….To Be Continued……….

5. The Bemusement

He is not our father but seeing him again after the turmoil gave us a great relief. My professor started to tantalise us stating that we couldn’t find a simple secret passage to find the way, while ‘Mahatapase’ managed to find it. We became upset, on seeing our long face professor cheered us saying, “It is better to make mistakes than faking perfections”. After few minutes a rest we again started our journey, we decided to go in the direction of the light source so that we could find something more about the secret temple. The beauty of the vegetation astonished us. Plants, trees, and crops have accustomed themselves to sustain in this situation, but something that pricked my mind. It was very silent, dead silent.

He is not our father but seeing him again after the turmoil gave us a great relief. My professor started to tantalise us stating that we couldn’t find a simple secret passage to find the way, while Mahatapase managed to find it. We became upset, on seeing our long face professor cheered us saying, “It is better to make mistakes than faking perfections”. After few minutes a rest we again started our journey, we decided to go in the direction of the light source so that we could find something more about the secret temple. The beauty of the vegetation astonished us. Plants, trees, and crops have accustomed themselves to sustain in this situation, but something that pricked my mind. It was very silent, dead silent.

There was some movement nearby, my instinct said we were not alone and were been followed and watched by someone or something. Our journey was usurped by a bamboo field before us. These bamboos were enormously tall, thick, and dense too. Professor said me to climb a nearby pillar of a disfigured Tavern to check the perimeter. It was long really long and to complicate our journey, it was a maze, it was hard, really hard to cross it. I explained my professor “It’s very long, deep, complicated and hard to cross it”. There was no other way to skip this lane too. Professor simply smiled and said, “It’s going to be hard. Yet hard is not impossible”.

We entered the maze placing all our faith on our professor. He was the one who led us inside, followed him went Kamal and Durga, Mahatapase and I went behind them to make sure it’s safe, we couldn’t use our compass too due to the reversal of polarity which is common in caves below the land. We just moved a kilometre inside the maze suddenly there was a great shake like an earthquake. Lanes shifted and the pathways were locked by bamboos and new lanes formed. It must be some kind olden day’s magic or a mechanical strategy for defence purpose. We were separated in the shift of lane, and our voices were echoed in the thick bamboo maze, as a result, we could not use our voices to locate ourselves and reunite again as a team.

I have to do something to reunite everyone before something worse happens. I was in alert position ready to face anything. In the meantime, it became foggy and was even hard see who was before me or behind me. Adding to this my torch also stopped working. God, what is happening here? I had no other go but to follow the trial and proceed further. I was moving so slowly and carefully thinking what would happen next suddenly something jumped in front of me and panicked me. It came towards me and hold my hand firmly; my fast reflex action twisted the hand that grabbed me. I could not believe that I am saying this yet that is the truth, I was happy to figure that person to be Mahatapase. On seeing him, I could feel that he too was happy to see me. Thank God. I got a company to continue the journey.

While Mahatapase and I were on our track, Durga worked cleverly finding Kamal and reached an idol which was at one corner of the maze. On the other hand, again we had no clue about our professor, I was convinced only with one hope, no matter what happens that man survives, and finds a way to save us in our hard times. With that faith, I too reached an idol at one corner of the maze along with Mahatapase. I was able to feel something weird on every inch we went towards the idol. That idol was mesmerizing, I was totally dragged towards it at the same time I again got the same feeling that we were been watched by someone.

In spite of this turmoil, I was restless to grab that idol. My focus was totally on that idol which was disturbed by a sudden scream… Oh my God, Durga… She is in danger, that scream was from her for sure. I rushed towards the direction from which her voice came, it was hard for me to follow her voice as the lane was irregular. I had to hurry or something might happen to her so I planned to get through the maze to find her soon. With the help of Mahatapase I got over the maze and followed her voice.

I was nearing her. I could feel it in my heart, as I went near her voice the distance between the mazes increased. I became tired and weak yet my mind was so strong to find her; my eyes became wet, filled with tears fearing something might happen to her. My Durga, she is the only soul who accepted me in her life apart from my friends. Being mischievous with my friends helped me in doing stunts like Prince of Persia kind of stuff. All of a sudden, I got hit on a wall and fell down back into the maze. Wait a second, from where did this wall come from? As per my analysis, there was no wall for 550-acre diameter. Then from where did that wall came. I got suspicious and tried to get back over the maze, but something choked me and pushed me down, first I was able to see only two big red spot, later as my vision came back I was shocked to see giant monkeys that too made of rocks. What are more surprises waiting for me in the future? Will I have a future was a great ambiguity for me…..

……….To Be Continued……….

4. The Disquietude

It was a dead end and we were late thinking what to do next, the tunnel behind us collapsed and closed the path.

The commotion grabbed my professor’s attention who rushed me to release the lunatic from his knot and explained me that he came out of the same tunnel, which we excavated recently, and he could be a key to our excavation, which was a great bombshell to us. We were moving towards the tunnel and some shadow came beside me saying ‘Mahatapase’ seeing the lunatic talking to me created consternation. Again, he said ‘Mahatapase’ pointing his hand towards himself, which helped me to guess that it could be his name. He was jabbering for a long time, which I couldn’t even understand and made me feel that he was an alien, Thank God I got a call from my professor.

It was a dead end and we were late thinking what to do next, the tunnel behind us collapsed and closed the path. Due to the horror, I went near the dead-end to relax myself and I was able to feel something beneath it. Due to the panic over there, I couldn’t hear what it was, but within few minutes everyone became normal and calm which paved me to concentrate on what’s behind the dead-end. Water, hurrah it’s water, I could hear the flow of water behind the dead-end, without wasting time I started to hit it with my mattock and created a small path for us to pass through. We all squeezed ourselves through the passage and sighed staring at each other.

Again, it led to a long tunnel, which could be a continuation of the previous one, we walked for a long time, and again the lunatic, I mean ‘Mahatapase’ came and talked to me something, which I couldn’t even understand. It felt as if we were walking for a long time, got exhausted, and needed some rest. All sat in a series one after other with our torches. We were taken aback finding our professor been missing and we were in the same spot where I created a passage to escape the collapse. We all got depressed to find that we walked in the same path for more than ten times, what a stupidity? The only person who acted normally was Mahatapase, he directed us towards a wall, and as usual, we couldn’t understand what he was saying, all our supplies were also over, no water or supplements were left to quench our thirst and hunger. Kamal, due to his age became very tired soon and I had to carry him with no other option, if we find some way to go further.

Mahatapase continuously directed us towards something and I went to check what he was pointing at. It is a hidden passage, which resembled just like a wall, a camouflage. I entered into the passage first; it was like passing through a waterfall. I returned to take Durga and Kamal along with me. Crossing the passage, we found heaven that is how it appeared, very bright and beautiful decorated with beautiful flower plants, which looked as if it was trimmed and shaped this morning. Who did this all? The main question is who could live in this isolated place for this long? Moreover, what is the source of light that gives life to this wonderful place filled with water stream and fruit bearing trees?

Only one person can answer it is our professor and to our bad luck he is missing, the most pathetic thing is we are not sure for how long he has been missing and is he alive or not?

“Hello mates! welcome to the secret sanctum”

A known voice came from behind and all our eyes turned towards the direction of the voice and got surprised and happy, it was our professor, he is alive, and we have united again. We camped over there to take some more rest, i needed the most as i underwent a lot of stress today.

……….To be continued……….

3. The Encounter

Five months went on swiftly in time, we came very close, I meant our excavation, also in relationship too.

(May 2017)

Five months went on swiftly in time, we came very close, I meant our excavation, also in the relationship too. Durga, what a beautiful name, is it because she is being named Durga I feel like it is the most beautiful name? Or am I going mad due to love. “Love makes anyone go mad” in my case, it’s clearly proved, I believe so. It’s actually a long time space, but for me it was just like five minutes, I still didn’t propose her though knowing the truth she likes me. There’s nothing to my conscious impossible or scary for me to do, but this one is different, proposing a girl and convince her what one feel about her is an impossible thing, not because women are weak but because men are not strong enough to face this situation or am I the only man in this whole world feeling this to be hard. Whatever it may be, I have decided to proper her today at any cost and I have also selected a spot for proposing her too.

In a recent excavation, our crew found an old, long-used tunnel ten feet below the ground; we decided not to enter the tunnel before confirming its stability. For the past one week my professor did many tests and finally approved us to enter the tunnel by today. On the way to the spot, there is a great banyan tree, which alone survived the crisis and there’s where I’m going to propose her today. I didn’t accompany my professor and Kamal, who went early just because to go along with Durga.

We both started together and all of a sudden she asked me about my college days, with no other option yet to start a talk, I began to tell her everything, even the worst thesis issue. We came very close to the banyan tree, I tried to tell her, but she stopped me and asked about my thesis. She was not ready to hear anything apart from my thesis work. Holding my breath I explained her everything from beginning till end. She was surprised and even got impressed by my proposal, i mean my thesis proposal.

We reached the banyan tree and so I stopped, she too stopped and encouraged me to go further with my thesis. My god I brought her here for proposing her but now she is advising me to continue my thesis. She was speaking continuously and I had to literally close her mouth with my dusty hand to make her stop talking. My hard work had a result, she got silenced. It was very silent; the silence was so unique that we could hear the minute sound made by the breeze. I came close to her and said “Durga, I have never seen anyone like you before in my life and I’m in love with you. Will you marry me?”  

Slappppppp!!!!!

We continued to walk, me rubbing my left cheek and she swearing me continuously for a long time till we reached the entrance spot. Sometimes the decision we take may go wrong at other times the decision we take may go ultimately wrong, I fall under the second category. Her anger on me is because of my delayed proposal, she could have given me a hug or kiss,  slapping is not at all in the list, but I was forced to take the choice. Before entering the tunnel she dragged and hugged me saying “I love you too”. Wow, it’s really a magic word all my pain flew away and I was floating like a feather in the air.

We were playing like kids at the entrance of the tunnel, suddenly I was pulled back and pushed to the ground by someone who sat over me and took a nearby rock to crush my skull. Thank god his tries failed, I used the chance, overpowered him and usurped his balance with a single punch on his face. I further proceeded and threw a few more punches to make him unconscious. I was pulled my Durga, she prevented me from hitting that mad creature further more, but my wrath was bursting like a volcano, yet she managed to take me away from him. He was tied up by Durga and was made to sit below a nearby an ash-turned tree. He was really mad man to try killing someone who is too strong for him; his appearance was not appeased, irregularly torn rag dress, unconditioned barded hair, bushy mustache covering his own mouth, waist long conical beard and finally wounds all over him. Who is he? Theirs was only one way to find it I took my water bag and sprinkled some water over his face to bring him back to consciousness. He opened his eyes, saw us and tried to get loose of his knots. We questioned him about his name and why he tried to kill me, he answered nothing, but a stupid rhyme and again fell asleep.


Whatever I say, you won’t get
Will you;
Question me not, just listen what I
Tell you;
Responsibilities more, it will
Fill you;
Difficulties, Miseries slowly will
Drill you;
Unfortunately nothing can
Kill you;
Good things you do will surely
Shell you;
Whatever I say, you won’t get
Will you;
Question me not, just listen what I
Tell you.

…..To be continued…..

2. The Disinterring

During the reign of British, rumor spread about this temple and many went on expedition too but none returned back not even their corpse were found.

(January 2017)

The bus travel was not a good one due to the bumpy roads, which made me feel even more broken, adding to this a small boy was sent by my professor to get me from the bus stop to a village which is in the middle of Gingee and Thiruvannamalai. As my professor said I was surprised, because it was an abandoned village. There was no one found except the left out empty huts and to my greater surprise only my professor and that small boy was digging the place and now I have got stuck here.

I came here believing I could relax and feel comfortable after having a bitter worse experience on my thesis. But it made me feel that my calculations were wrong. What a mess? And what the hell am I going to do here? Dig the ground further more to create a well or carry the mud to a different place to make a hill. The only thing that made me feel comfortable was my professor’s words to take a rest and relax to ease my body which underwent hectic travel.

It was dusk when I woke up and was shocked to see the small boy sitting nearby and staring at me. He must have been there from the afternoon, I guess so. After refreshing myself, I went towards my professor who welcomed me with an embrace and also gave his condolence for the insult I underwent and immediately he started to tell me all about the expedition.

The village where we stayed was very fertile with a soothing climate few months back but due of some geographical change, all the crops and trees got incinerated into ash without flames, underground water level vanished and there was no trace for even a single drop of water in the village. As a result the villagers abandoned the village one by one believing that they could not survive here. It is also said that a temple was built by the great Pallava king “Narasimha Varman”, on high secrecy and that temple is believed to lie beneath this ground somewhere, no one has ever seen it, yet there is a chance for us to find the secret temple. During the reign of British, rumor spread about this temple and many went on expedition too, but none returned, not even their corpse were found.

I was invited to the dinner inside my professor’s caravan. Thank God it’s air-conditioned. I took my seat and the small boy was sitting next to me, opposite to him was my professor, and there was an extra Plate in front of me. I was wondering for whom the fourth plate was. In the meantime I got introduced to the small boy who said his name Kamal, he too is an orphan from the local villagers who accepted to help my professor on local issues. Suddenly I saw someone sitting before me in the vacant seat and it was a girl. She was so beautiful and i have never seen a girl so beautiful like her in my lifetime. I was awe-struck on seeing her and I didn’t even listen to the words told by my professor. My professor, who understood my situation hit me friendly with the cloth nearby to bring me back to consciousness, the dust in the cloth came out yet I didn’t.  Her face, her smile, her eyes, everything dragged my eyes towards her. She laughed at me for the dust I got on my face due to the cloth, but my eyes were fixed on her even my heart too.

My mind which was dumb and stupid for the past few days due of the incidents that happened to me in my college disappeared. I felt like a new man with a new Josh “I have to impress her. I have to do something to impress her.” I started my tricks from getting the water, food and other accessories but nothing worked. One of my greatest show off was enacted when my professor found something digging the ground. There was a small artifact. It was very small and hard to clean. Everyone was confused and that’s where I showed my talent, actually showed off my talent.

On examining it, I said that the artifact is made with a mixture of iron, aluminum, silver and gold and so it is unstable, the only way to clean this artifact is by dipping it into the Diluted phosphorus Sulfate which will stir up the dirt particles in the artifact and settles it down at the bottom of the container. It worked, the artifact is clean and as a bonus, she too noticed me with a smile. I can assure, that is the most wonderful feeling that any man can get in his lifetime. On looking closer my professor found that it was not just a normal artifact but “a key”.  Now the question is “what does this key open?”

…………… To Be Continued……………

1. The Pursual

I have been chased three-quarter miles and now I’m in an unexpected gap in a cliff opposite to an anonymous cave. It all happened because of me. I should have stayed with my friends, at least I should have told them about my where about. 

(May – 2017)

I have been chased three-quarter miles and now I’m in an unexpected gap in a cliff opposite to an anonymous cave. It all happened because of me. I should have stayed with my friends, at least I should have told them about my where about. Now, it’s too late to regret and I don’t know whether I would survive or not. I have been encountered by a ferocious tiger at one end and a monstrous bear at the other end. It’s really hard for me to escape, “Is there anyone to save me?” My screams are useless.

Wait a second who’s that approaching towards me. Let me have a close look. Stupid thought, I got hit by the claws of that ferocious tiger and a blunt hit on my head at the rock behind me. What a stupid person I am? Going out of my hide place to see someone who is approaching me. Very bad idea. I lost more blood and it appears like I’m floating in a pool of blood in  just two minutes and I feel dizzy too.

……..unconscious…….

(January 2017)

I’m an archeologist in Chennai accompanied by my friends Vasu and Anand. No matter what happens, we three would be united is all cases. Vasu after finishing his school has applied for police training in spite of losing it for the past three attempts. Anand is a “mad scientist” that’s how we call him too. He creates many things and invent  new things frequently.They call us the god’s  children or even the prodigal children. But the real fact is, we are orphans. We were brought up in Premavasam, a Home in Chennai where we get all we needed by the funds and donation given by good-hearted foreigners and other people with helping hearts.

If someone asks about us in the Home, then the only answer given universally by everyone is that we three are the most notorious boys in the Home but the truth is, we three are the most mischievous and notorious boys in the whole world. There’s nothing that we three have not done and there is none who leave us without cursing for the mischief that we do. Yet we are excused all the time, why? Because we were the three to join Premavasam after the first child Prem on whom the home has been named and started.

Our guardian is called as mother by all the children in the Home and mother always shows different care on us, no matter what we do she never leaves us down too, which is a great advantage for us. There are a few things common between me and my two other friends. Vasu and I are good fighters, while Anand is not. Vasu and Anand think before doing something, but I am a short-tempered person. Myself and Anand are imaginative, while Vasu is perspective.

There would be many misunderstanding between us, but the only thing that unites us is Dance Yes, we three are good dancers too. Whatever the occasion may be, we dance to rejoice or reconcile. And the most important thing is there is no hiding  between us, whatever it may be we share with each other without hiding anything.

It all happened a few months back. I was doing my postgraduate in archeology and I had to submit my thesis. My interest was on legends and I made a paperwork for about hundred pages which was simply thrown back in my face literally stating there’s no logic in it.

As per history there are many legends who were said to be alive still now, who were commonly called as”Chiranjivi’s”. I did my research on Chiranjivi’s spending six months on it, yet it was not accepted and was also thrown, insulting me. This created a grudge inside me that burnt endlessly. I couldn’t share this to my friends and I couldn’t move forward too. I was blank not knowing what to do next.

Later I remembered the offer given by my professor Arumugam, who now works on an archeological expedition in Tiruvannamalai. He never mentioned about what he is searching for but I remember him saying that it would be a great surprise for me if I join them. So, I started to Tiruvannamalai without informing anyone except my professor who would send someone to get me from the bus stand.

……….TO BE CONTINUED……….