*From & To Sathish* - Thread 4 - Page 120

Over its 4.5 Billion years of existence, Our planet, the third rock from the sun that we so lovingly call Mother Earth has seen, withstood and survived many a cataclysm that we Human species were lucky enough not to have witnessed or been around for that would have meant, EXTINCTION.

Planetary Collisions, Giant asteroid and meteor crashes. Mega volcanoes, earthquakes have roared and levelled the planet over and over again and what once was in not now.

We, humans, rose to stand on our two lower limbs about 2 million years ago and then it took the better part of that two million years for us to start becoming who we are today and that is the so-called Modern man.

Agriculture, cattle and sheep rearing, villages to small towns to big nations all started just a 40 or 50 odd thousand years ago.

We discovered fire, the wheel, tamed the horse and forged weapons. We created currencies and turned our backs on bartering, sharing Mother nature's produce and placed our values in Gold and gems instead of trusting soul and character.

We have scaled the highest peaks and have sent space crafts to the farthest regions of our Solar System and two of them are right now leaving the system and venturing out into Interstellar space.

And yet, today we have space between us and it is called social distancing.

This space may be has come because of warring nations who war over land, oil and for more power.

These so-called leaders of the world have filled their spaces in their souls with a need for more power and fame and have emptied it of sympathy and empathy.

Souls empty and bereft of love and care have now translated into empty spaces between us.

what next?

I fear to even think of it, for somehow we all suspect that something far worse, is around the corner.

At this very moment, India and China are on a colliding path over what, dead, cold and a barren and desolate landscape where nothing grows.

From shaking hands with Mother earth and walking hand in hand with her, we have come to this where we have bitten and chewed off that very hand that nurtured us and soon this coronavirus is going to reduce many of us to our knees and with our hands together begging for food and that too on the streets for time is running out and bills are mounting and piling up.

So, COVID-19 is not about symptoms and quarantine but also about the loss of employment and bankruptcy. It is also a breakdown of the mind and also the first steps towards a rise in crime and which includes domestic violence and abuse.

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Paul Smith looked out of the thick bulletproof glass that shielded them from the runway of which they had a vantage point of view and said, ' My country's problems with Radical Islam began much before 2001 when two Passenger jets crashed into the twin towers in New york. Although our problems might have sprouted with the birth and rise of Israel in 1945, it reared its head with the 1979 Iranian revolution when Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi who was supported by the United States was overthrown by the Grand Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini and the current nation calling itself "Islamic republic" came alive.

The other American and the senior of the two, William Bradley joined in the telling of the tale of America's tryst with the oil-rich nations of the Middle-east regions.

' We from America and also the rest of the world heaved a sigh that Fundamental and radical Islam beliefs were isolated to Iran and its supporting nations and the biggest relief for the rest of the world is that, Islam itself is fighting a civil war among themselves and that which has been going on from the time the prophet died.'

Raman whispered, ' The Shias and the Sunnis.'

Paul Smith looked at Raman, ' correct. Iran and Saudi Arabia are the largest and strongest of the Arabic nations and both stood on the opposite banks of the mighty river of a religion that is called Islam. Iran stands for the Shia Muslims and Saudi Arabia stands for the Sunni Muslims.

The Iran–Saudi Arabia proxy conflict, is sometimes also referred to as the Middle Eastern Cold War and is the ongoing struggle for influence in the Middle East and surrounding regions between the Islamic Republic of Iran and the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. The two countries have provided varying degrees of support to opposing sides in nearby conflicts, including the civil wars in Syria, Yemen, and Iraq. The rivalry also extends to disputes in Bahrain, Lebanon, Qatar, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Nigeria, and Morocco, as well as broader competition in North and East Africa, parts of South Asia, Central Asia, and the Caucasus.'

V.K.Singh who had remained silent now looked at Raman and said, ' You see now Ram, how the Americans along with their Nato allies have shaped this 21st-century world and all in the name of a proxy war against Russia formerly known as the USSR.It was the Americans who meddled in Afghanistan and installed a puppet regime forcing Russia to invade it and this, in turn, forced America to train and send Saudi's to Afghanistan and thus gave birth to the fighters who called themselves the Mujahideen and from them rose their famous leader, Osama bin Laden and who was personally trained by the American army which also covertly supported them by supplying weapons.'

Raman shook his head and said something in tamil, ' Puthukulla Paambu irukkunu therinchum, kaiya vitta, ippadi thaan nadakkum.Paal uthuna enna, paambu kadikkama irukkathu.'

It was not only the Americans who stared at him for an explanation but even V.K.Singh himself turned to Raman and said, ' That sounds really complicated but also very poetic and prophetic. Please, can you translate it for us.'

' it is an old proverb which warns one against putting their hands into a termite mound which is a favourite place for a cobra. And it matters not whether you feed it with eggs and milk, it will bite you if you stray close to it.'

He looked at them and picked up his cup of coffee and said, ' You trained Osama-bin-laden and used him to screw with the Russians and in the end, he turned around and sent two planes into your twin towers. If that was not enough, you raised, supported and made Saddam and Iraq into a mighty power and used him and when he turned against your plans, you invaded Iraq, hunted Saddam down and hung him to death and left Iraq and it neighbouring nations in a political and military Vacuum and thus paving the way for the Birth of ISIS who are flourishing all over the world with the help of your old nemesis, Iraq.'

Realizing his tone had turned bitter and angry, he quickly apologized to both the Americans and William Bradley spoke with his head hanging in a cloud of shame and bitter memories, ' No need for apologies, Raman. Most of american citizens feel the same way as you do. But, it is too late in the day to turn back now for the cards have been dealt and the game is underway.'

Paul Smith joined in, ' After the 2001 twin towers attacks, the CIA along with the NSA realized that we cannot sit around waiting for terrorists to attack us and that we needed to be more proactive and that we needed to take the fight to them and hunt them and kill them before they could act on their plans.'

He looked at both the Indian Intelligence men and said, ' Thus, the Spartan programme came to being.'

William Bradley cut in and said, ' It was known just to a handful of people and you could count them on the fingers of just one of your hands. Even today, the existence of Spartan Programme is known to but a dozen people and we would like to maintain that.'

V.K.Singh asked, ' how is it possible for you guys to keep a tight lid over such a programme?'

' By keeping everyone in the loop and at the same time out of the loop. But for the top level of this programme, everyone else involved knows something but not everything and which means that they can never see the whole picture and what actually goes on.'

' So, what is this Spartan programme, really about, Mr.Bradley?' Raman asked and the question prompted both the Americans to look at Dr.Otto for some kind of final permission or maybe confirmation that they could trust the Indians and Otto nodded and said, ' It is on me and I stand by my word and my word is your guarantee.'

William Bradley, ' Spartan programme was designed to place our own men in deep undercover in all the terrorist regions and where they would stay and work for the safety and protection of America and her allies.'

Raman pointed to the napkin that lay folded on the table and looked at V.K.Singh with a twinkle in his eyes and said, ' So, you trained and placed Ayan Ahmadi, the son of the Afghan refugee queen Shinogai Ahmadi into Alqueda. But, to the rest of the world, he is known as " Abbas Ali Khan" one of the most feared and dreaded terrorists the world has known.'

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Both the Americans, veterans in the business of intelligence were really shaken and stirred and leaning back, stared at Raman and wondered as to how he had connected Ayan Ahmadi to Abbas Ali Khan.

Dr.Otto who was used to Raman's mental prowess and knew him better too was totally taken aback and he quickly took the folded napkin that Raman had written on and showed it to William who asked Raman, ' You are sure that you are totally human and not part alien or have some kind of chip inside you.'

Raman feeling a bit embarrassed and also slightly ashamed for showing off before men who were not only senior to him but those he might be crossing paths with, apologized, ' I am sorry gentlemen if I come across as some kind of show-off or a maverick. But, believe me when I say that I am neither and my boss will attest to that.'

He looked at them nervously and also excitedly, ' I confess that I would have been a totally normal person if you had met me on any other day but not today for I wish with all my heart that I was not here and was somewhere else with a person who I love very much and who needs me by her side right now.'

The American William Bradley's face creased with worry, ' Oh no! I am sorry, Raman. Is she okay, this friend of yours?'

' Mr.William, you are right when you say that she is a friend of mine. But, she is also a whole lot more than that and she also happens to be my wife who is going to deliver our children any moment now.'

He looked at both the Americans and said, ' that is why I am so hyper and temperamental and also the reason why my thought process is working at hyper speeds right now.'

Paul looked at William and then shaking his head enquired with V.K.Singh, ' is there any way we can borrow this man for a few years?'

William Bradley not wanting to waste any more time began to speak more about the Spartan programme and how Ayan Ahmadi was placed as Abbas Ali khan into Al-Queda where he remained in deep undercover and began to rise in the organisation.

' Everything was going as planned and with the help of Abbas aka Ayan we were slowly taking out the most dangerous terrorists and crippling the ISIS when the unthinkable happened.'

Sipping his whiskey, ' Abbas Ali Khan gave us information about a secret meeting that was going to take place in Syria and that it was going to be attended by all the top leaders of all the terrorist groups in the Middle-east and also that some high ranking generals from Iran too would be taking part in the meeting. So, we decided that we would use a drone to drop a bomb and take out all of them in one shot. But, then things don't go as planned and Abbas informed us at the last moment that the venue had been changed and he had no clue as to where it was going to take place.'

V.K.Singh loudly and with pain cleared his throat and asked William, ' but you showed the whole world satellite images of the bombing which took out the highest-ranking general from the Iranian Intelligence along with nearly 70 or more terrorists.'

Raman smiled to himself and seeing it, William asked him to explain the reason for his smile.

Raman still smiling, ' you guys made it look like a bomb was dropped there on that secret meeting of terrorists when in fact someone down there on the ground triggered a huge explosion which I am suspecting was done by your man, Ayan Ahmadi aka Abbas Ali Khan.'

Turning to V.K.Singh, ' their drone cameras picked up this explosion and went in and dropped a whole lot more bombs and wiped out the whole area and made it look like they had done it.'

' WTF, How did you find that out?' William asked Raman, who answered, ' there are a few clues in the photos that you released and if you really look hard one can find them but I will save my explanation and thoughts for some other day for right now I am sorry to say that I am running out of time and also patience. So, please.'

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William Bradley turned slightly to Paul who took up the telling, ' That attack and the explosion that took out a few dozens of dreaded terrorists in Syria along with many high-ranking generals from Iran was indeed triggered by our man Ayan Ahmadi, who we think died in the same bomb. But, we are not sure about how many died in that attack for we cannot go into Syria and look for DNA samples or body parts, which we can then use to confirm the identities of all those who died. And then again, we had to drop bombs from own drones and make it look like that we had done it, which would show the whole world that we really mean business and also more importantly to cover the tracks of our man, Abbas Ali Khan and his own suicide mission bomb attack which was a paramount priority for we wanted to keep him and the Spartan Programme totally secret.'

V.K.Singh asked both the Americans, ' and yet here you are seeking our help?'

Paul Smith nodded, ' If losing Ayan Ahmadi was bad, we now seem to have lost his mother Shinogai Ahmadi.'

' What do you mean, you have lost this woman? how can you lose her?' V.k.Singh asked.

William Bradley in an embarrassed voice, ' We have not exactly lost her? just that she has gone missing?'

Raman looked at him with frustration and for the first time allowed a little bit of anger to creep into his voice and question, ' Why do you think she has gone missing? what if something bad has happened to her or maybe her past life caught up with her finally?'

Paul shook his head in a manner to tell Raman that his answer was not the explanation, ' She could not have disappeared not when she was so well protected and may be better protected than the president himself and we know for sure that both their identities were a well-kept secret and known to just a handful of people and the information was never stored on any server or database that belongs to us.'

William Bradley looked at both Raman and V.k.Singh, ' I think she disappeared on her own accord and it might have something to do with the last phone call she made to her son who was in Syria at that time.'

Raman looked at William, ' what did they talk on the phone?'

' We, are still decrypting that call and managed to just decipher two words.'

' What were those two words?', V.k.Singh asked and William answered, 'father, help?'

Raman unsure what the words meant, ' Mr.William, which father, the mysterious biological Indian father or the one this lady married and took on his surname, Ahmadi.'

' The biological father, for Mr.Ahmadi died 18 years ago when Ayan was still in college.'

V.K.Singh in a troubled and confused voice, ' I am sorry, gentlemen but I am not able to make sense out of this whole matter. Okay, let's take it for granted that Ayan aka Abbas Ali Khan died in the bomb blast that he set off but what about his mother, this lady whose name is Shinogai? How can she slip through your own fingers and vanish into thin air?'

Dr.Otto Hauptmann who had been leaning back and had remained silent all this while now leaned forward and said, ' that is not only difficult but in plain and simple terms, impossible.'

Raman in a sarcastic voice, ' please. not in this day and with so much tech stuff at your disposal. Flag her passport, send out her pictures to all your allies and I bet eventually you will track her down.'

William Bradley swallowed nervously, ' we tried tracking her passport but ended up with nothing. we did not and cannot share her photos with our allies and their intelligence agencies for we fear for her security and well-being. That is why we are discreetly approaching a few of those who we can trust with this volatile information.'

V.K.Singh exchanged a knowing look with Raman and then asked both the Americans, ' what is so special about this Shinogai woman and why not just let her be and let her do her thing? Maybe, eventually, the horse will return to the stable by its own.'

William with fear writ large in his eyes, ' Mr.Singh, you don't understand something about Shinogai?'

' So, tell us what she is and why she is so important to you or to us?' Raman asked and William finally answered but after many excruciating moments that felt like years to both him and V.K.Singh.

' Shinogai is very important to us because not only is she a Spartan agent herself but is also the head of the Spartan programme and its founder.'

Raman and V.k.Singh reacted with shock and paul finally got one of his own thought in and said, ' Well, young man, I am glad that we finally managed to shock you' and with a smile asked, ' didn't see that one coming did you, Raman.'

Raman sat still and answered, ' no, definitely didn't see that. But it is crystal clear now.'

V.k.Singh asked, ' what Ram? what is clear to you now?'

' Ayan Ahmadi aka Abbas Ali Khan disappears and then his mother Shinogai too vanishes and if you add the words " Father, help" to this, then you get their destination which is India and that is why these Americans have sought the counsel and help of us Indians.'

Dr.Otto clapped and said, ' very good, son. Find out who this mysterious Indian father is and I am sure we will find the mother and maybe if we are lucky, we might find the cub is still alive and with his parents.'

Random cursings, sorry musings

Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day.

A grand wedding in one of the most expensive marriage halls. More than 50,000 people attend it. No cutting corners or saving money by having the reception the previous day. The marriage hall cost about 25 lakhs per day and it was booked for two days.

When it came to the food part, the sky was not the limit for it was unlimited. A Separate room, sorry hall was cordoned off for people who needed bottled spirits to lift and let loose their own spirits that they kept bottle inside their souls and minds.

The bride looked different every time you looked at her for stuff kept changing about her. The bridegroom himself was not spared and was wrapped and dressed in Gold from head to toe if it was possible.

They spoke about it with hushed whispers and equalled the wedding to the ones that happen in heaven. They whispered that it would go down in history as one of the most expensive weddings ever.

Finally, the wedding was over. The reception was over and the bride and groom were deposited in the most expensive suite in the NO.1 ranked five-star hotel in the city and they looked at each other.

The first night was a disaster for the boy could not do it. The girl hated him and in a matter of days the marriage was over and all that money was like sewage down the drain.

This is a story.

It is similar to all the rituals that we do on a daily basis in our rooms, in our pooja rooms and inside the temple be it devotee or be it, priest.

All show and no bang for just like that gala wedding we do all the poojas and prayers, break coconuts and donate money and then go back to our usual ways.

Take me for instead. I stop every outside the temple with its closed doors ( COVID-19) and whisper prayers and thanks and beg for the God's mercy and forgiveness and just moments later, a car comes too close to me or a bike goes too fast by my side or worse, someone is listening to songs and devotional music on his phone and I let loose curses that will make your skin and hair curl up in shock and fear.

Yup.I know and I also know that I am going straight to hell.

All the chantings, rituals in holy languages about holy scripts and all for what, plain and pure rituals and for symbolic purposes.

Is there any other way? a better way?

I will let you know.WTF, YOU CRAZY bas..rd.

Hold on now, don't curse like me for you cannot and will surely lose if we had to compete.

Lots of love and best wishes

Control and mind

In the end, you look back to the beginning and then you ponder about the path that connects those two points and realize, that it is true. True, so very true what all the great, famous and legendary wise men have been screaming so loudly for many thousands of years now and still it is not in vogue or accepted norm of life.

Mind and matters and simply controlling the mind gives you control over everything, including your life and how it fares after that.

Me, I know very well for I could have done a whole lot better in my life if I only had controlled my mind and through it its outlets and inlets. My mouth and what I say. My eyes and ears and what I hear and see and what I want to hear and see.

In the end, it is in the inner sanctum sanctorum of your soul, your mind, your thoughts and your actions that determine everything that you do and happens to you and what you do that happens to others and then they happen to you and my goodness, the cycle goes on and on and on.

So simple and yet so bloody difficult.

Just imagine for a second how this whole world would be if all of us had control over our minds and if all our minds worked together.

Hello! earth and reality calling Satish. Time for your medicine, you clown.

Hey, I am just wondering if Donald Trump even knows what he is saying and the effect that his words are having on the free world.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPOviqxFllA

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Raman locked himself with the seat's belt and then looked at his phone with a smile and quickly called Jeeva who answered on the second ring and went straight to the question avoiding the hellos and hi's, ' Ram, have you boarded the flight?'

' Yes Jeeva.locked, loaded and ready to take off to be with you. Should be there in a few hours time.'

' Thank god, baby. I am sorry to say this, but I would have been very upset with you if you were not here when our babies arrive and they are due today or tomorrow at the most.

When you love somebody as much as Raman loved Jeeva, you develop an instinct or maybe you become highly sensitive to that person's speech and moods and even their breathing patterns.

Raman knew that something was wrong and he asked Jeeva, ' baby, are you okay? Why do I feel that something is missing in your voice?'

' I am okay, Ram. Just a bit tired and also a bit breathless and which any pregnant woman would be if they were carrying two giant babies in their womb.'

She smiled and said, ' I don't know what games our babies are up to for both of them are very active with their feet and hands and which keeps me awake most of the time. But, just a day or two at the most and they will be out and in our arms and then I will catch up on all my lost sleep.'

Raman sensing a movement looked up and saw the air hostess signalling to him to switch off his mobile and saying bye to Jeeva was about to do that when his instincts again took and began to scream warnings that something was wrong with Jeeva and he immediately dialled his dad and Shaktivel answered ' Iyaa, Have you boarded the flight?'

' Yes, appa and I will be there in a few hours.'

'Iyaa, enna. Are you okay? Why do I sense some strain and fear in your voice?'

' Appa, I am not sure about it but I want you to keep an eye on Jeeva until I am there. My instincts tell me that something is wrong but I spoke to her just now and she said she is okay and that she is just very tired.'

' Iyaa, Don't worry about Jeeva. We are all here and if any emergency should arise, Fortis hospital is just down the road and I will call for an ambulance and they will be here in seconds.'

Raman said bye and switched off his mobile and closed his eyes and prayed that Jeeva, Vijay and Suja were going to be fine and his prayers and thoughts about his family slowly lulled him into a deep sleep.

Deep in his sleep, he thought he heard the roars of a lion and imagine a familiar voice speaking to him in a comforting and healing voice and even though he tried hard to recollect where he had heard that voice, he could not and he came awake from a deep sleep and heard the announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Thank you.”

The few hours of sleep had refreshed him and yet, he was sick with worry about Jeeva and could not wait to get out of the plane and rush home to be with her.

He closed his eyes and silently prayed for her well-being and the well-being of their babies.

' God, you know me very well and so you know that even though I only rarely pray to you I hardly ever ask anything for myself. But, I am asking you now, praying to you now, begging you. Please, watch over Jeeva and our babies. Please, keep them safe.'

He heard the voice again and realized it was the same voice that had comforted him in his sleep and it seemed to say something but then it got drowned out by the captain's voice.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing please.”

“Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing.”

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' Has he boarded the flight?', Valliammai asked Shaktivel who turned and nodded and she saw that his mind was pre-occupied with something important and enquired further.

' Is he coming back to Chennai or going to Delhi first?'

' No, here. He is coming back home', Shaktivel replied and then told her what Raman had told him and the moment he finished saying it, Valliammai jumped out of the bed, ' Shakti, don't you know better than to even doubt your own son's fears', and saying that ran towards Jeeva's bedroom and entering it saw that she was still fast asleep.

Sighing in relief, she went closer and called her name gently,' Jeeva, jeevamma, wake up da', and finding no response began to worry and then feeling her body cold to the touch quickly switched on all the lights and called out for Shaktivel and Kamakshi who came running to the room.

The moment they looked at Jeeva they knew that something was wrong and seriously wrong for her face was very pale and nearly white in colour.

Shaktivel hurriedly dialled Fortis Hospital and requested for an ambulance and then Valliammai told Kamakshi to immediately inform Jeeva's Gynecologist Dr.Aparna about the situation and ask her to rush to Fortis hospital.

The ambulance arrived in two minutes time and the paramedics quickly loaded Jeeva into a stretcher and checked her pulse which they found was very low. Dangerously low. The information was quickly conveyed both the to the hospital doctor and to Gynecologist Dr.Aparna.

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She looked at her son and said, ' Baby, this is a hospital and we are here to visit a friend of mine who has just delivered a baby girl.'

She ruffled his head and pleaded, ' Promise me that you won't run away on one of your exploring missions and make me worry about you.'

The two-year-old smiled and threw his arms around his mother's neck and kissed both her cheeks deliberately and with care and then looked at her with eyes brimming full of love and devotion and said, ' Amma, I will be right next to you. I promise. But...'

She was not unduly worried about him getting lost and yet said, ' But..now there is a word that is really underrated?'

He looked at her and asked who they had come visiting at such an early hour and the mother explained that the lady who had just delivered had been a student of hers once, many years ago.

Her little son knew more about his mother than she realized and chose to remain quiet rather than exhibit his pain on seeing her pain on recollecting some old traumatic memories.

They walked towards the maternity ward and she asked him to sit in one of the chairs while she went and found out the number of the room in which the new mother was in.

He sensed it in his soul before even hearing it and immediately jumped down from the chair that he had been sitting in and followed his soul and the trail it led him to.

His mother turned and seeing the empty chair, sighed and looked at the old lady in the opposite chair, who raised her hand and pointed to the corridor in which her son had wandered off in.

She found him standing near a room which was a bit crowded with people wearing worried looks on their faces and she heard the doctor talking to them.

' Gestational Diabetes and it is common among pregnant women but it can get dangerous and lead to complications. I am sorry but Dr Aparna is on the way and it is up to her to chose what to do next.'

One of them, obviously the mother of the patient asked with worry and panic making her voice tremble, ' But, can't you do something right now. What if the babies are at risk?'

The doctor told her that they had administered a saline drip and all they could do right now was wait and watch.

' I am sorry but it is up to the doctor to decide is she chooses to go in for an emergency C-section. Please, be patient and she will be here at any moment.'

Ten feet away, the two-year-old tugged at his mother and whispered in her ear, ' She doesn't have so much time and she needs my help right now. Please, amma, let me go to her.'

Renuka looked at her son, ' Nikhil, have you forgotten what you promised your dad?'

He shook his head and replied, ' No, I haven't and likewise have you forgotten what dad told me in front of you?'

He smiled, ' we have been put here to serve, help, protect and defend in all manners possible and nothing should stand in the way, not even love and petty emotions.'

Renu smiled and nodded her permission, ' like father, like son.'

Nikhil smiled and said, ' You don't know the truth and which is I am more like you.'

Renuka looked at him, ' what now?'

She went to the four people who stood outside the door and began to speak to them and in the corner of her eyes, she saw her angel slip into the room and go inside.

Jeeva opened her eyes feeling a strange heat in her womb and opened her eyes and stared at the little boy in front of her and who was standing on a chair.

He looked at her and she saw a strange orange glow flare in his eyes and she whispered, ' who are you? are you my son, Vijay?'

' No, I am not. Go back to sleep now for you are okay.'

Jeeva's gynaecologist Dr.Aparna came rushing towards them and Renuka slowly stepped back from Kamakshi, Valliammai and Shaktivel reassuring them, ' your doctor is here and your daughter Jeeva is going to be all right.'

Both remained quiet in the back seat of their car as it headed towards the mansion of Kandaswamy Mudaliar and Renu looked at Nikhil, ' why today of all days and why this woman?'

Nikhil flashed his brilliant sunlight of a smile and raising his tiny paws, raised his tiny shoulders and said, ' Mrs.Renuka Rudran, you should ask that question when dad arrives for it was he who requested me to do what I did?'

He looked out of the window and joked, ' you know appa and his reasons and you also know that they are never ever wrong. Also, this woman and her family are somehow connected to him and also to us.'

Renuka mumbled and complained to herself, ' This is what you get for marrying someone, not of this earth and then becoming a mother to a boy who again is not of this earth.'

Nikhil found her thoughts very funny and slowly took her hand and squeezing it gently, said, ' There is no such thing as our earth and other earth's for we all live in one home that is called the known universe.'

Your light is my light

your sight is my sight

and in your soul and in your actions i will burn bright

my story is mixed with your story

and we are forever inseparable

the song of azhagan will be the song of avini

I am azhagan and i have come from the light.I am azahgan and i am the son of avini.

I am fire and i am water. I am hell and i am heaven and i will bring peace to you.

The boy who went into the dark and came back with light.