Interlude: The Lake of Divinity
Is this a dream? I am not sure; the lines between reality and dreams have blurred long ago.
A peculiar instinct keeps making me walk through this dark corridor, lit only by a few earthen lamps on either side. My fingers trace the ornate frames of the paintings that keep their gaze on me. The darkness doesn't let the paintings reveal themselves; I can barely make out any figures. I only know that these paintings consist only of women.
'Keep going.... fear not, my child.'
My path diverges into two. Towards the left lies the Room of Mirrors, shining with a golden lustre, beckoning me to come closer and find secrets hidden behind my reflection. Towards the right lies the Lake of Divinity; its shimmering blue waters lure me to its depths to discover the purpose of this journey.
'Whichever path you choose, my friend, each is a path full of lessons and magic.'
There has to be a purpose for every journey undertaken, no matter how strange they seem, and so my feet choose the right.
The clear blue water sits still. There is no disturbance, not a single ripple nor any breeze disrupting its tranquil state. I peer down at the water, and my face forms on the sparkling blue lake that appears like a giant mirror instead of a clear lake.
Suddenly, a series of steps materialise down to go underneath the strange water body. A motherly voice whispers in my mirror encouragingly, "Don't be afraid, little one. The adventures are reserved only for the bravest of explorers. Step in."
Down I descend, the gentle waters of the lake caressing my skin as I submerge myself underwater. Calm, steady, and tranquil, just like how I saw the lake before entering.
In a jiffy, as if the water body has a mind of her own, her coral shades transform into a lively kaleidoscope of colours, each painting a picture of its own. I see a goddess on a large lotus bed, smiling at me with benevolence. She blows the conch in her hand, and I see a queen ascend her throne, a peacock feather clasped tightly in her hand, looking at me with a powerful gaze that etches itself into my memory.
"Hello, my friend," says a woman with white flowers adorning her hair and simple orange attire; her face sporting a radiance befitting only a woman of royal birth. She gently caresses a deer, which sprints away the moment I take a step closer toward it.
With a low humming melody comes another woman, her veil flying away under the foaming waves. I, gobsmacked, stare at the bewitching woman who sings and dances around me. She claps her hands, a playful smile on her beauteous red lips, and the light blue water turns as dark as the night sky.
Pitch black. As if life and light have disappeared.
There are no jingling anklets nor the powerful meditative sound of the conch. The waves go silent, heavily silent, anticipating someone's arrival. Dark and mysterious.
A white lotus blooms. And then emerges the timeless goddess, one who is the ancient one, the strongest warrior, and the fiercest lady of all time, the goddess innately present in the body of every mortal woman. Dark as the night sky, but possessing a lustre equal to the silvery moon, she dances in the dark void.
As the deep dark void encloses me in its embrace, the dance still going on, a light caress on my forehead provides me with some hint of life and relief. A woman dressed all in white, flowers as her jewels, she leads me out of the water, towards a parchment and pen.
And now I know about the next set of stories to pen down. Queendom, glory, colours of life, and finally dissolution.
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This book ends here. The next set of stories shall be revealed but in a different version. Some are to be written, and some are to be revised, because both the readers and the writer are taking lessons.
As the divine waters of the lake go back to their mystical unknown source, I pray, may you all be blessed with wisdom, love, kindness, creativity and magic to be filled in your lives. Thank you so much for everyone who gave this book a chance.
See you all in another story somewhere soom to meet another queen, maybe a goddess or even a learned rishika?
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