A short piece of writing

Shakti's Thoughts

Murli Dada. My Brother. The one who was always beside me apart from Baba. He is not my brother by blood. But relations are not made by blood, but by love. He is my savior. My everything. He was the one who gave me hope when my world came shattering down. He was the ray of light in the darkness. When I stumbled across from one police station to another in search of a person who would write a complaint about my parents death, my only family , Murli dada came into my life.

He saved me from the evil eyes of those men who were watching me like a predator watches its prey. Taking in my every move and just waiting for an opportunity to take possession of my body. Murli dada saved me from those creatures and like a shield stood besides me. Baba took me in as his own daughter and I was the little sister for Murli Dada.

During those nights when I would silently weep over my parents death, Murli dad would give me a shoulder to cry. Those nights when nightmares haunted my dreams, Murli dada's embrace and the never changing scent gave me peace.

We would play all day long, tease and have fun with each other. With Murli dada by my side happiness soon returned in my life. Just like every brother - sister we would fight over the slightest things. But inspite of the numerous fights by the end of the day we were again in each others embrace sighing contently.

He was the one who always took my side and protected me from the pranks of other children. For my happiness he has sacrificed his own smile. When days were rough and we had to run for our lives, he always made sure I was alright .

The one person who gave me happiness , who was my strength , my weakness , my hero , my everything has now forgotten his only little sister. The one who took care of me like a mother takes care of his child has now abandoned me just because I refused to be a part of the mission he requested me to be. The person who used to understand my unsaid thoughts , who could understand my emotions just by looking in my eyes is now not able to read those eyes.

Has distance really affected our love so much that I dont recognize the person standing before me. Living away from each other for a few months did really change Dada's love for me. For me it didn't. Even today I love my dada with my heart and would not hesitate to give my life just to save him. But to become a part of a mission which would involve innocent people is not what I am comfortable with.

Dada very well knows that how I fear death. That I start getting Anxiety Attacks by even thinking about it. But still he wants me to be a part of it. Isn't there any other way to save baba. Baba always taught us that there are 2 ways to tackle any problem. One way is to solve the problem by violence and threatening and the other is to find an alternative option, a peaceful way out.

But for baba's life and my Murli dada I am ready to reconsider my opinion and inspite of all my fears will think about the mission. I don't want to lose t only people that I have in my life.