SWARNKALIKA

He unlocked his room and with a tired look he walked inside, removed his bag, unbuttonned his apron, untied his shoelaces and lay down on the bed. As he stared at the ceiling fan , all the events of the day moved over the blades of the fan, how he had struggled with some difficult colleagues, how the concepts of medicine were challenging his mental abilities and patience and how he had this desire to strengthen his will power. Amidst these thoughts the electricity got cut, the fan stopped , he closed his eyes.

There he was all alone inside a boat which was moving towards a huge temple slowly. The temple was made up of ancient rock and carved within them were sacred mantras and the symbol of "om". The river was endless and the entrance of the temple seemed to be one such door in its path. The door was magical, though made of the same rock as the temple it had the nature to reflect the objects in front of it. He could not believe his eyes he appeared completely dark in the reflection except that a golden string outlined the borders of his body.

There was something peculiar about the golden string outlining his body,it was radiating light. He decided to close his eyes and focus on the existence of that light, Ah look, the door opened. Inside the temple stretched the river infinitely in length and depth. Something struck his mind and he slowly set his foot and then his body inside the water. The magnificient temple, endless water and a soul looking for answers. He dipped his head in the water and began swimming underwater to the core,his core.

As he was swimming in the depths of the water the golden string begun releasing particles of light all through the water, and the water slowly shimmered as if it had drowned in a sky full of stars. He was well aware he was about to reach the core, the bed of the water body.. There he was, difficult for him to breath now but he could see her. Mata Kali stood there, defining her body features was difficult, it was all dark black as if swallowing all the negativity, but her silhouette radiated the same golden light.

He bend down, let his forehead touch her feet. As he rose up he looked at the surface of the water, he did see his boat. He was awestruck  to find that the boats base was made of the same material as the door of the temple for it reflected all the water which had turned golden, the water bed and also Ma Kali...but where was he, where was his reflection. He decided to close his eyes again. He asked himself a question, "who am I?"

The fans blades were again moving, the light had come, the eyes open now.

He smiled looking at the Ma durga idol on his desk and contemplated on his life and purpose. He felt a constricting force in the center of his chest. There she was. SWARNKALIKA.... Ma Kali, the size of a fist..right in his chest......but extremely powerful. The black featureless body ready to swallow all darkness and negativity inside its infinite depth and the golden outlines radiating magical light of knowledge, will power, character, hard work and faith...his core..SWARNKALIKA.