It
was when all the colors of the twilight were washed away by the darkness, the
lamps in the temple was lit. The temple
stood away from the town and the Goddess Shakthi stayed alone and away from the
humans. The statue of the Goddess was
dressed in red and she looked gorgeous and powerful in her meditative
poster. The aroma of incense sticks and
the light from the lamps fill the temple with divinity and godliness – the
Shakthi. The air was silent and
peaceful. In that peace there was a
vibration which gives belief and a feel of security by a virtual hand.
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The
silent continued until a woman who was in her mid forties entered the temple
shouting for help. She looked terrified
and horrified. She reached the statue
and fell down at the Goddess’s feet and cried, and cried, and cried. The air was totally horrified. The woman shouted at the Shakthi for
help. Shakthi sat there without any expression
in her face. The statue didn’t moved nor
nothing in the air changed. In a minute
a man came walking from behind the statue.
He shook the woman crying at the Goddess’s feet at her shoulder.
“Tell
this stone to help my girl, please tell her” the woman cried and screamed at
the man.
“Tell
me what has happened?” the man said in his meditative voice
“Five
human beasts as taken my girl to satisfy their sexual thirst, they took her in
to the building next to this temple” she cried
The
man saw the Goddess and took the mighty swords from the hands of the
statue. Carrying one sword in his right
and another in his left he ran to the building next to the temple. As he came out he could hear the screaming of
the girl and in next minute he entered the building silently he saw four beast
holding her hands and legs and another was over her trying to enter her
body. When that human beast was about to
kiss her breast the sword sliced his head from the back. The blood oozed out from the neck making
other four and the girl to flabbergast. The
other four beasts moved away from the girl.
The girl pushed the body away and ran to grab her dress. The blood was all over her breast. When the girl was about to grab her dress,
the man carrying the mighty sword screamed at her to stop.
“You
are naked now, but this is not the dress which is supposed to cover your
nakedness. Now only few part of your
breast is covered, hold this sword now it is up to you to cover your body,
dress in red, get fully drenched in dirt before you need to be washed” said the
man silently
The
left out four human beasts was furious and angry on what is happening. They shouted at this man-with-sword in angry,
but he doesn’t seem to bother about them.
He bent down to the feet of the naked girl and placed the might sword
that which he was carrying.
“Close
your eyes” said he “the beasts needs to be torn in to pieces, dress yourself in
red” he said and touched her feats.
The
naked girl opened her eyes and saw the glittering sword in moon light at her
feet. She bent down and held it in her
hand. The man with another sword went to
the entrance of the building and sat in meditative position, placing the sword on his lap.
Looking
at the sword in the girl’s hand the left out beasts relaxed a bit thinking they
could handle her. The girl raised her
eye brows, stood firm in her legs, raised her breast in angry, gripped the
sword in her hand and stood still. One
among the four neared her to grab the sword from her. The moment he neared her,
she swirled and sliced the mighty sword in air.
She missed his head but that was not her aim. The man stood flummoxed watching his one hand
cut from his body and blood oozing out.
She smiled. Before the other three could realize what was happening, she
swirled again twice and made the man into two pieces cutting at his hip. The body felt down into two pieces. She went near the body lying down on ground
and sliced the head apart and threw it to a side. Now her breast was totally covered with the
blood that spilled from the beast.
The
other three surrounded her; they need to kill her in order to escape. The girl saw the beast rounding her with fear
in their eyes. Suddenly one among the
three jumped over her to grab her. She
knelt down bending to her back slightly; exactly she placed the sword to his
neck. The sword went inside his throat
and blood flowed like water over her face and body. Looking at which the other two started to run
away from her. Throwing her saccades on
the two flying away, she dragged the sword away from the dead beast and threw
the sword aiming at one of the man running.
The sword flew and stuck in his head piercing his brain. She ran and pulled the blade out from his
skull and cut his neck from the behind to separate his head from the body.
Now
just one beast left. He looked at the
entrance of the building; a man was sitting with a sword on his lap, and he
turned to his left; his death was waiting for him nakedly. The girl went to the dead body of the one she
tore the throat to cut his head from his head.
She took it in her hand and threw at the one alive, the one standing
before her. She was already drenched
thoroughly in blood, just her feet is left uncovered. Moving near to the last man she smiled like a
Goddess. No fear, no angry, no anxiety
in her eyes. Her eyes were sharp and her
hands were strong. The moment she went
near the last man, he knelt down and bent his head to her feet and cried to
spare him. Silence prevailed for a
minute. She looked at the moon shone
over her head; the light of moon was not able to penetrate her body which is
now fully covered with blood. She remembered
that her foots was left out. The moment
the man relaxed a bit thinking he was spared, she raised her sword over the
head and sliced his head. The blood
covered her foot.
Now
she is no more naked but covered with dirt, dirty blood. She walked slowly towards the man in
meditation and dropped the sword near him.
He took the sword from the ground and walked towards the temple. She followed him.
She
saw her mother still holding the legs of the statue and crying. The man placed the sword back in the hands of
the statue and took the beaker containing the milk placed in front of the
statue. He poured the milk over the girl
to wash out all the blood. He lit a lamp
before the girl and handed over her dress to her. He went behind the statue and took his hammer
and plumbing instruments and packed his bag.
He again came to her, knelt down and touched her feet to get
blessed. The girl stood still without
emotion.
“Now
you know where the real Shakthi is” he whispered to her mother and walked out
of the temple.
