far as the gaze could travel, there were piles and piles of corpses. The battle
field was strewn with limbs and carcasses of men, horses and elephants. The
stench was unbearable and overpowering. The Daya
River had turned crimson red from the blood of fallen soldiers and beasts of
war. In this silent and completely devastated landscape, Asoka was taken over by a deep sense of grief, guilt and sadness.
have I done?” he cried, with hands outstretched towards the heavens, begging
woke up with a start. Cold beads of sweat trickled down his face and a shiver
ran up his spine. It was the same vivid dream. It was so real that he could
hear the dying moans of fallen soldiers and smell the putrid stench of death. Come to me. The words rang in his ears.
The sixteen year old boy was about to make the most momentous decision in his
life. One, that would bring him face to face with his worst fears, and change
his life forever…
Ash King is a telecommunication engineer by
profession who loves to live life on the edge and explore the mysteries and
secrets of ancient India. He is currently researching ancient Vedic science and
its correlation with modern scientific discoveries.