Eden amid bodily clothes

Memories of Eden were the moving clip arts amid the unknown darkness of the womb where the soul is expected to mould in a new dress. Astuteness would be inappropriate to define the culture of heavenly era being spent beside soul-mate with divine serenity. The culture of spirituality driven amid shapes of different religious deities provided inspirational messages being inbuilt with uniqueness of ‘Varta Akashvani’ (Heavenly Message). The appearance before the gateway of a soul dressed in black kurta and white pair of pyjamas is clear in the thoughts, when the ‘Holy Cross’ was noticed beside it; with a computerised touch-screen seeking name and date of birth. Somewhere the fingers went right and then required to press the ‘Enter’ button thrice to find being placed walking through a serene arena.

The sky was bright and the weather looked moderate as someone walking from the opposite angle wished ‘Happy Birthday’ and eventually disappeared in the charismatic ‘New Zealand’, where the soul departed from the human body during Christchurch earthquake on February 22, 2011. However, that was a presumption as the entirety of soul and body was dedicated to hermitage prior to the incident of earthly calamity. Born under the rituals of Hinduism in a small town of hilly zones in Northeast India, the soul never believed in conversion; rather has embraced spirituality during the test of sainthood while traversing around the world later.

The displays were like movie clips as the eyesight viewed the human soul strolling through a cursive pathway amid gardens of peace from atop vision. While then, on several instances the soul met angels flying in; to deliver welcoming messages on Utopia of galaxies, as blur memories flashed certain heavenly connections to learn. The divinity of the soul was embracing it close to godliness with a latent feeling of fledgling newborn being hugged by God. Quite eloquently the shadow appeared from the debris, and then a darting fireball shot across the dark sky behind the mountains of Christchurch being followed by a blinking candle; from where the hermitage ended with ‘Mukti’ (completion of life span).

Periwinkle, hibiscus, bougainvillea, colourful roses and pruned meadows soothed the vision amid which the soul got seated on a wooden bench that appeared like another cinema clip before the eyesight. Words would fall insufficient to describe the serenity and calmness of a perfect heavenly beauty. And then, on an instance her face appeared, to hear a self pronounced voice with three broken syllables ‘Ta-Nu-Ja’ to get a reply viewing himself ‘Swa-Mi’. The slide show then placed a vision of two souls seated on a single wooden bench, where a ‘He and She’ has jointly appeared to feel love of serenity amid the Eden gardens. She appeared to be dressed in an ash coloured saree and wearing blouse matching similar shade. Time never appeared alike a need of materialistic life there, as bright morning sky was an unending situation without requirement of ticking clock.

Peace and love together bestowed us under a single umbrella of heavenly era, where earthly news never appeared as a priority. Karma (deeds) of pasts has probably created this arena for us to bask in the proximity of each other. Hopefully, the neatness of maintaining relationship between us in the plastic world has had an upward gravity of God to give immense joy of closeness under cumulous clouds, that never drenches rainfall despite heavenly gardened wonderland.

The scenery then placed a red coloured butterfly flying in to suck nectar from one of the periwinkles, that drew attention of soul-mate. She rose from her seated posture and approached to catch the butterfly, which could describe disturbance of peace in heaven. The spontaneous nature of her soul-mate made him stand up and call back to stop her from peace breaking activity. Thus, the episode of joint souls ended in an unknown flash, but for the once upon a time hermit entered inside a closed room from where he remembered his next activities like another movie clip where his destiny was confirmed for another earthly life.

God has sought few answers from him that was replied on a touch-screen monitor; however, he could hardly remember noticing few of those… ‘What would you take?’ was replied by ‘Ambition’ and ‘What would you give?’ was replied by ‘Love’. He also sighted scriptural symbols which have become hazy in the memory while living in the womb of a mother. But few pictures like a newborn baby, Lord Krishna and a dog were also presented for sighting inside the closed doors.

Finally, the soul that lived in simplicity of hermitage for a prolonged period on Earth would return back. He looked up towards the ceiling of the closed room to find Jesus Christ noticing him. Jesus grew bigger and bigger under which he found himself as a miniature creature. The human soul opened his arms to wish ‘Thank you God’ to find him amid darkness with returning heartbeats.

The new world has opened up with an already written destiny, as I can hear ‘Rukus… Rukus…’ amid several strange chirps.