SHAKTI NEVER DIES

 “ She is about to die” , said the soldier to his army chief. The king arrived at the site too. They had accidentally injured a woman while hunting. The king bend down , a dark skinned woman lay down on the ground , blood drops sliding down her chest, her eyes appearing to be calm and silent and her face radiating a divine light even when she was about to leave her body. “Devi!are you alive?” She replied faintly, “Shakti(power of goddess ) is eternal, it never dies”, she breathed her last.

On investigations it was found out that she was a teacher by profession and her name was Durga. She had no family and lived with her students in the Gurukul she had setup With the intention of spreading knowledge. The king was under great distress now. As an atonement he himself performed her funeral with all devotion and pledged to construct a new school for all her pupils. If darkness was the truth then why was the birth of conscience a constant thing?

The soldiers informed the king that her pupils told she was going towards the mountain named Shakti which was located on the outskirts of the kingdom, there existed a cave inside it where she would meditate for hours. The king Decided to submerge the asthi (remains of Durga’s funeral)in the soil of the same cave Of the mountain she was on her way to. The mountain was huge and the opening was barely visible due to the dense bush cover, just like our true identities are covered in illusions.

The kings men waited outside as he went inside he closed his eyes and to his astonishment he saw a reflection of Durga but the blood on her chest was now concentrated onto her forehead in a circle with well defined margins and she was smiling constantly, breathing. The king opened his eyes , submerged the asthi and walked outside the cave with a heavy heart. “Let’s go”, he said to his men. He was unable to sleep the whole night, when truth appears darkness dies and in the eyes submerges light.

A beautiful school was constructed with the best sages of the kingdom as the teachers. Years passed, every year bright students gained knowledge, achieved enlightenment about god’s Shakti (power) And many senior polished students graduated too, and every year something rose in the mountain where Durga’s asthi’s had been submerged. The students of the first batch that is Durga’s original students where now the head teachers of the same school, something rose again in the mountain, infinity is the nature of goodness.

The students one day decided to visit the cave of mountain Shakti with the king, the King who was old and more mature now agreed instantly. They started early morning.On their way they talked how education and direction in life was so important, they also discussed how Their teacher Durga would always stress on “values” and “righteousness “, the king smiled. They finally arrived. The cave opening was still covered by the bushes now, but they walked straight without getting confused, their path was decided in their Minds and hearts now.

As they walked inside the darkness of the cave, their souls got coloured with the enthralling magical site they saw. A series of steps were carved inside the cave leading Above. As they stretched their necks they realised the stairs reached the mountain top. They begun climbing slowly and finally reaching the top they were already breathless. All the pupils and the king could not stop looking at the front wall on the mountain top, their breaths became calm, waves calm down as they enter depths of the soul.

On the wall was hung the Trishul(trident) wrapped with a cobra snake(the weapon of goddess Durga who is worshipped as the epitome of Shakti). Beside it carved inside the wall were the divine eyes of their teacher Durga, filled inside the engraving was her asthi(funeral remains), a powder radiating red coloured light.Shakti increased and rose every time a new batch graduated . As everyone looked  at the view from the mountain top, the sun had reached zenith, it’s light reflected on MA(mother) Durga’s eyes in the mountain wall And then back to the kingdom. The light scintillated upon the marbles of the school were young minds bloomed with the spirit towards true knowledge. Shakti never dies.