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Published on: Feb 5, 2007

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Type: Short Stories

https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=10555

She was coming. The newspapers announced her arrival, the television, the radio and even the prophecies. On a chariot repaired by a red velvet umbrella adorned with rubies and emeralds, cascading pearls all around it. Her face was beaming, her eyes radiant and satisfied, her skin soft and young with completely no sign of time. She was belonging to the royal family of her country, the most ancient of its lineage and everybody was expecting her to be born. But the day she arrived it was told to be a common day despite of all the announcements. It was sunny and beautiful up in the sky, the nature was disposed to welcome the spring time and the people in the neighbourhood were leaving their homes to go to work as usual. Not many of them had a television at home and not many of them were able to actually read the news. Moreover these people were known as humble and spiritual in their humanity. The local magazine for the high standard level of people such as scientists, administrators and politicians that day published the first chapter of the novel “Queen of Right Side” by Asiah Tbili, the daughter of the most eminent astronomer of the place.
Asiah was a lovely keen young woman with penetrating eyes and a huge sense of humor. She was born on the night her father discovered the star Eanna, the only one to really have the shape of a childlike star with only five rounded hills made of incandescent matter and a nucleus surrounded by an intense mass of ice. This star was special for being the perfect balance between two extreme temperature, hot and freeze: it was one of the fewest place of the whole galaxy to serve as a “breathing valve”, as the scientists were denominating, for the all system, in case of degeneration.
Asiah wrote the three hundred forthy four pages of “Queen of Right Side” in nine days. She was completely inspired by herself, she did not need to think much because writing was her pleasure which she often used to accomplish spontaneously.
The novel was brilliant of course and ready to receive several prices, it was her third publication as book. Asiah’s ability in communication was founded on her being deeply receptive and any change would have immediately been transformed by her in the most expressive of the ways. She was fond of amazing experiences. And also of traveling.
The same day her first novel was out she was in Belapur with Radha, one of her oldest sister who was living in the downtown of the noisy city, behind an holistic health center. Radha had invited her for she wanted to create rangolis in occasion of the Diwali and knew that her sweet sister had the ability to draw the most beautiful patterns out of powders on the balconies and along the marble stairs of their villa. That morning Asiah was parking the car on the road in front of the health center after having drove almost two hours from the close town. While she was crossing the road she started to hear a kind of mantra song from the center. The more she was getting close the more she could understand the meaning of those words spoken in Hindi, she absolutely loved them and most of all she loved the enchanting way they were sang. Accordingly to the Indian culture these sounds were used to clear out the mind and had specific benefits on the subtle system of the body. She grew up in India for the first seven years and absorbed this knowledge through the environment she was exposed, although the parents were the perfect balance between eastern and western and had an enlightened way to see the reality and conceive of the world around. Raga, mantra, charkas, kundalini, yoga, meditation and bhajans were well known words for Asiah since they belong to the oriental roots of the people awareness. Everybody in India knows their meaning innately and do not need to go to any school to understand what they stand for. Of course there were also plenty of people who were enjoying twisting the real sense of them playing with the good faith of the mass, with their minds extorting money and reputation. Asiah was too intelligent to fall at the feet of these so called guru, being her personality strong and aware, harmoniously molded by the mother at the first stages of her growth. She could not forget the precise and caring warnings about these people, moreover having been fed by eternally inspired books, Tagore, Blake, Lao Tze, Leonardo da Vinci, her mind fiber was attentive and efficient, she would not have lost her time by following this and that idea, she had her own idea about everything, even about religion and spirituality.
She was completely free in her way of being, maturely free.
“These sounds are coming from the heart, form the voice of magnificent hearts”she thought while reaching the other side of the road. She would step in the place and look around. As soon as entering the hall a gentle and strong cool breeze was pervading all the room and she felt it like home. They were tremendous the feelings of peace and happiness experienced in that moment, it was a microcosm of purity, something impossible to describe if it is not lived. Which place is this? Which heaven on earth is this? In twenty six years of simple and at the same time dynamic life she was now at this door, she felt like at a gateway, a special position where only the seekers are admitted. After closing the eyes Asiah joined both the hands on the breast trying to feel the pulsations of her heart, that she was in this world as ever, she was breathing and listening, and moving, and walking… everything was fine and the joy was quite immense. There were two letters carved in the wooden desk of the reception, S and Y, and a short quote about the Self. The only feeling she could really think from inside was love, again love and only pure love. She felt so empty and full at the same time, her balance was strengthening. She spent a very short time in the room, nobody appeared, it was enough.
When she left the cool breeze was still following her on the face, around the body, on top of her head, it was complete fulfillment and satisfaction. She checked out the car almost to remember where it was and where to go. After this experience of the realization, she went to meet Radha. Together they started to do the first rangoli on the right side of the main door. “Red is the colour to start with, red as the earth” she said filling the first cup with the powder.

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by roberta so
Published on: Feb 5, 2007
Topic:
Type: Short Stories
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=10555


She was coming. The newspapers announced her arrival, the television, the radio and even the prophecies. On a chariot repaired by a red velvet umbrella adorned with rubies and emeralds, cascading pearls all around it. Her face was beaming, her eyes radiant and satisfied, her skin soft and young with completely no sign of time. She was belonging to the royal family of her country, the most ancient of its lineage and everybody was expecting her to be born. But the day she arrived it was told to be a common day despite of all the announcements. It was sunny and beautiful up in the sky, the nature was disposed to welcome the spring time and the people in the neighbourhood were leaving their homes to go to work as usual. Not many of them had a television at home and not many of them were able to actually read the news. Moreover these people were known as humble and spiritual in their humanity. The local magazine for the high standard level of people such as scientists, administrators and politicians that day published the first chapter of the novel “Queen of Right Side” by Asiah Tbili, the daughter of the most eminent astronomer of the place. Asiah was a lovely keen young woman with penetrating eyes and a huge sense of humor. She was born on the night her father discovered the star Eanna, the only one to really have the shape of a childlike star with only five rounded hills made of incandescent matter and a nucleus surrounded by an intense mass of ice. This star was special for being the perfect balance between two extreme temperature, hot and freeze: it was one of the fewest place of the whole galaxy to serve as a “breathing valve”, as the scientists were denominating, for the all system, in case of degeneration. Asiah wrote the three hundred forthy four pages of “Queen of Right Side” in nine days. She was completely inspired by herself, she did not need to think much because writing was her pleasure which she often used to accomplish spontaneously. The novel was brilliant of course and ready to receive several prices, it was her third publication as book. Asiah’s ability in communication was founded on her being deeply receptive and any change would have immediately been transformed by her in the most expressive of the ways. She was fond of amazing experiences. And also of traveling. The same day her first novel was out she was in Belapur with Radha, one of her oldest sister who was living in the downtown of the noisy city, behind an holistic health center. Radha had invited her for she wanted to create rangolis in occasion of the Diwali and knew that her sweet sister had the ability to draw the most beautiful patterns out of powders on the balconies and along the marble stairs of their villa. That morning Asiah was parking the car on the road in front of the health center after having drove almost two hours from the close town. While she was crossing the road she started to hear a kind of mantra song from the center. The more she was getting close the more she could understand the meaning of those words spoken in Hindi, she absolutely loved them and most of all she loved the enchanting way they were sang. Accordingly to the Indian culture these sounds were used to clear out the mind and had specific benefits on the subtle system of the body. She grew up in India for the first seven years and absorbed this knowledge through the environment she was exposed, although the parents were the perfect balance between eastern and western and had an enlightened way to see the reality and conceive of the world around. Raga, mantra, charkas, kundalini, yoga, meditation and bhajans were well known words for Asiah since they belong to the oriental roots of the people awareness. Everybody in India knows their meaning innately and do not need to go to any school to understand what they stand for. Of course there were also plenty of people who were enjoying twisting the real sense of them playing with the good faith of the mass, with their minds extorting money and reputation. Asiah was too intelligent to fall at the feet of these so called guru, being her personality strong and aware, harmoniously molded by the mother at the first stages of her growth. She could not forget the precise and caring warnings about these people, moreover having been fed by eternally inspired books, Tagore, Blake, Lao Tze, Leonardo da Vinci, her mind fiber was attentive and efficient, she would not have lost her time by following this and that idea, she had her own idea about everything, even about religion and spirituality. She was completely free in her way of being, maturely free. “These sounds are coming from the heart, form the voice of magnificent hearts”she thought while reaching the other side of the road. She would step in the place and look around. As soon as entering the hall a gentle and strong cool breeze was pervading all the room and she felt it like home. They were tremendous the feelings of peace and happiness experienced in that moment, it was a microcosm of purity, something impossible to describe if it is not lived. Which place is this? Which heaven on earth is this? In twenty six years of simple and at the same time dynamic life she was now at this door, she felt like at a gateway, a special position where only the seekers are admitted. After closing the eyes Asiah joined both the hands on the breast trying to feel the pulsations of her heart, that she was in this world as ever, she was breathing and listening, and moving, and walking… everything was fine and the joy was quite immense. There were two letters carved in the wooden desk of the reception, S and Y, and a short quote about the Self. The only feeling she could really think from inside was love, again love and only pure love. She felt so empty and full at the same time, her balance was strengthening. She spent a very short time in the room, nobody appeared, it was enough. When she left the cool breeze was still following her on the face, around the body, on top of her head, it was complete fulfillment and satisfaction. She checked out the car almost to remember where it was and where to go. After this experience of the realization, she went to meet Radha. Together they started to do the first rangoli on the right side of the main door. “Red is the colour to start with, red as the earth” she said filling the first cup with the powder. « return.