The night, when Siddhartha will attain Nirvana.
As he meditates under the Bodhi tree, insights and memories come rushing in. He
had gone through periods of despair, mortification, and rage. There were other
men who had been like a mirror to his consciousness. They have also travelled
through the mire of Sansara. Men like the materialist–Ajita, the determinist–Goshala,
and the agnostic–Sanjaya. This night, which may be so benign in its blessings
to Siddhartha, shall also, like an assassin, hunt down and take away many a
seer and a sage. Even as the Shramana–Siddhartha wills himself to find the
truth, a Brahmin hymnodist, Arada, and his mentor, icon and friend, Rudraka will
experience the unfolding of fate in a glacial cave, high up in the Himalayas.
This spiritual drift is accompanied by its dreary counterpart, in a
world where strife assumes a bloody form. Where, if on one hand the republics
or Janapadas’ struggle to come to grips with the recalcitrant, forest-dwelling
tribes’ and is in the throes of war; then on the other, the women perhaps
suffer the most. Like Yasodhara–the wife of the Shramana, living in a state of
quasi-widowhood, like Amrapali–an ageing courtesan, caught in the grip of
disease and memories, and Tara–a forest-dwelling songsmith, whose man, Eka, has
contrived to kill the ‘minister-of-war,’ an act, which may undermine the daring
plan hatched by the sovereign leader of the tribes’–the blind materialist seer,
This night, as a mist arise and works like a loom and spreads its veil,
an age shall come to a close, drawing out the curtain for a new sun to emerge. ...