It was a fine sunny day when Ramon sat in his room writing his new dark dark fantasy novel. His novel explored themes of betrayal and it's effects. He had been writing this novel for at least a month now and had become really weak when he had only completed only about a fourth of the whole that he had thought.

Due to innumerable nights of sitting up at his desk as moving his pen through the blank pages, he had the area around his eyeballs darkened and became lean and thin.

Ramon was a well natured boy who was raised up in a very humane environment where he learnt to respect everyone and everything. He was very polite and meek, did not think of anyone's harm and did not believe in any kind of enmity with anyone. Although physically weak he was an intellectual. His literary brilliance outshone everyone, therefore he was determined to pursue the one and only field which he was good at, literature.

He tried writing stories , but failed due to lack of creativity. He tried writing poems but failed miserably due to the presence of people with better rhyming schemes and topics.

He was, ultimately a bullied kid who wanted to outshine everyone, he was ambitious but not strong enough to live up to his own expectations and ambitions.

Therefore he decided to end everything, with a sweet silent death by being an inseparable part of the vast ocean.

But he wanted to do many things before death but at the epitome of everything he wanted to travel to India's Belur Matth.

As he belonged to a rich family he asked his father for some money to have a tour to India.
His father gave him the money, also he arranged passport, visa and other essentials for him to travel.

On 23rd of March 2003, he boarded his flight to New Delhi. He kept looking at the fluffy cotton like cloud which stood outside his window guarding him. Occasionally his eyes teared when he thought of how his life had been till then. He thought of what people will think after he disappeared suddenly into the ocean what will be the mental state of his parents when the knowledge about the death of their one and only child, what will his funeral be like. He kept thinking all this and occasionally remembered god, and prayed for a prosperous future for his family after his death

He arrived at the Delhi airport around the evening and then made a beeline to board another flight which will take him to the Kolkata airport in Bengal.
He went to one of the small clumsy motels which hoisted small rooms with limited facilities. He halted there one night and then the next day he set out for the Belur Matth.

He took a taxi, the Ambassador, the yellow ones which constitute the pride of great Kolkata. He normally was fond of photography and took brilliant pictures to capture the world he saw through the camera lens. But this time everything was different, he was depressed and kept zoning in and out as he saw a world almost alien to him.

In about half an hour he reached the Belur Matth. It was around 6 'o' clock in the bright sunny morning. The usual Mondays he had lived through were all busy and clumsy. In United States people whined and complained about another week of non-stop work at the office in front of numerous files. But here it was different. There was an eerie silence all around . The streets were all swept clean and the people were as silent as pictures. Nobody dared to even lay a feet on a dried leaf which was left due to it hiding from the sights of the sanitary workers or fell to the ground after the workers had completed their job.

Before he even knew, he was breathing the pure air of the city deeply. His heart pumped the blood slowly through his arteries. He was so relaxed that he was able to feel the pumping blood in his veins.
As he ventured deeper into the premises of the Matth he smelled the ethereal fragrant air and had an urge to take off his glasses. He walked through and shepherded himself through the large premises of the Matth. At last he reached a gigantic main meditation hall a large, almost cathedral structure, The Belur Matth.

Here the silence grew. Here he felt like it was a crime to make a sound. The silence here was not eerie , rather it was delicate as if it would shatter to shards of not handled carefully, it was , as if the silence would shatter if anybody even breathed loudly.

It was cool there. The British influence was clearly visible , marbled floors ,big pillars made up of sandstone and limited teakwood furniture for decoration.

There were a few chairs in the large building but almost everyone sat with their legs crossed on the cool floor . Ramon too sat down on the floor as he followed the crowd's actions. He saw the sculpture in his front which was of an ascetic who was seated in the was meditating.

The ethereal air surrounding him and the silence in Matth made him sleepy , he got up and tried walking out of the Matth. But then he blacked out.

The world around him started to spin his vision started to blur and was darkened, he had committed a Crime. When he fell down there was a loud bang and he started to groan, and this was the crime of breaking the silence of the Match.

Although Ramon was s criminal in his own eyes now. He just saw people get up in silence come to him and help him get up. The behavior of the people was heartwarming they treated him like a fellow citizen. His heart melted and he gave up the idea of dying.

Ramon moved around a little more and got some advice to visit some spiritual gurus who would guide him to the goal of his life. He met many gurus but must of them felt fake he wasn't sure whom to trust and whom to not.

One day he thought of exploring the whole city, he set out on foot. He went to temples , Victoria Memorial and last went to see the architectural marvel the fame of Kolkata The Howrah Bridge.

Under the Howrah Bridge flowed a river which was a branch of the Ganges which flowed through Bengal into the Bay of Bengal. The sun had almost set so before he went back to his hotel he sat down at the bank of 'Hooghly river ' looking at the sun go down.

Right when he was sitting at the bank, a man caught his eye more specifically an ascetic caught his eye. He was sitting there meditating . Ramon started to gain interest in the ascetic. He observed the ascetic very minutely as the ascetic meditated.

Only after a few minutes of meditation ,the area around the ascetic turned soft purple .his presence from over the river was strong. It was almost illusive and controlling for Ramon yet he stayed there and watched.

Ramon was still in disbelief over what he had seen. When the ascetic was done meditating Ramon went on to meet him. He tried at him at his top speed yet he failed and then he fell asleep.

When he woke up he saw the same ascetic near him.
"Why did you try to follow me ?" Said the ascetic. Ramon was amazed he slowly got and touched the ascetic's feet with both his hands. "I am Ramon , I am from United States and I seek mental peace. I been trying to find a guru for myself but all seem like fake please help me find my purpose in life."
The ascetic took Ramon by hand and together they walked. They simply walked in silence.
After a few moments the ascetic said to Ramon " I know what you pursue Ramon you want to build your name in the literary field, but you aren't able to." Hearing this Ramon was surprised and ashamed at the same time. He did not say anything instead he only nodded.
"I know that you right now pursue the path of mental peace yet deep situated in your heart is you love for literature and with that deep seated within you, you will not be able to meditate or love god, and you think how I know all this I READ YOUR MIND".

Ramon simply nodded . Then the ascetic started '" Today I will tell you something and then you need to figure out what will you do about it"

The night had fallen but all the crickets were silents as if even they wanted and yearned to hear what the ascetic was going to say. Ascetic for at least ten minutes went on to tell Ramon about Indian mythology, and then he told the word CHAKRA.

The ascetic explained Ramon about these energy gates called chakra. He explained how everyone has spiritual energy but has no means to channel it.
He explained Ramon that there are 7 energy gates in one's body present at different positions and harnessing different kinds of energy.

" See Ramon there are many thing in this world that are beyond our worldly sense beyond what we can perceive . There is an ethereal world composed of spirits and super-naturals . And that world is pure energy and the CHAKRAS present in your body are the gates to harness energy. There are seven chakras in one's body and to harness the chakras' energy one needs to go through deep meditation and penance”

While Ramon was hearing all of this very carefully, something struck him a spark, an idea, a spark of life, hope and a motivation to live further into a better future. He got an ides for a new story, the concept of Chakras gave him a new power system.

He spent the night walking with the ascetic and then the next day he called his father to get his tickets booked so he could get back to the United States.
On the next day 27 April 2003 before he boarded the airplane he went to a local stationary shop and bought a notebook with the finest paper and also bought a bundle of the finest drawing pads available.

He boarded the airplane at night he flew the whole night, but his night was sleepless. He spent the entirety of his night awake writing, drawing and scribbling on the papers he had bought. That night his hands had no rest they kept working, designing characters, writing a story filled with death betrayal, pain, agony and gore. To make the story more and more hooking and thrilling he added such things that are impossible to imagine in the real life. His descriptions even in his rough, on- paper draft were so vivid that if anyone read that draft he can imagine the scene in from of himself. Mostly the scenes that he described were bloody gory and filled with violence.

He stayed up whole night but never once did he feel fatigued, the feeling of a fire inside his heart kept him going. The thought of being a famous and wealthy novelist kept him pushing himself to his extreme limits.

His flight landed in the United States and he went straight to his house, freshened up and sat down in his room writing and illustrating further. He drew in order to know and imagine how the scenes he was going to describe will look like.

Week went by and he kept writing his story he had planned to divide into two books. He ate very less, slept a little and kept working days after days. Due to this arduous work he eyes had sunken under a layer of sleepless skin. The parts of his face under his sunken eyeballs were darkened. Due to the weakness in his body his body had drooped and he had become more bowed.
Slowly Ramon's story had driven him towards madness. He had become mad, the only place he remembered was his room where he sat, writing, scribbling and illustrating. The only people he remembered were the characters he had drawn on his own, the characters he had designed and written.

His story followed a man aged 24 name Rob in a post apocalyptic world where wars had destroyed the world and tribes had taken over the world with the knowledge of chakras.
In his story the villain was an old friend of Rob who had betrayed him search of power, authority and prosperity. Grost had taken path of worshipping the devil and sacrificing human comrades in order to achieve all his goal.

One new moon night when Ramon was writing his story he 'BLINKED' his eye. Everything was fine when he closed his eyes but when he opened his eyes he felt the world moving and spinning around. Everything was spinning, floating. He saw everything in his room had a soul.
every object left it's body. The souls of all the non living objects wafted around and then combined into a single body, humanoid, tall, grand. He saw the body transparent with only his silhouette visible to Ramon. After some the gates of energy the chakras were clearly visible to Ramon.

Ramon knowing that it was all his hallucination smiled, smirked, laughed and then went to sleep. After a long time he had a sound sweet sleep.

When he woke up he saw sitting near him was the friend of Rob, a dangerous mercenary who had sacrificed many of his own comrades to the devil- Grost.
Blood dripped from his mouth onto Ramon's face. Ramon was scared, yet he tried to talk to Grost who was his hallucination. He told, commanded Grost " Listen Grost, I am the one has created you brought to into existence so you have no right to kill me."

Grost said nothing and simply nodded and then he pointed towards Ramon's arm. Ramon briskly got up and looked at his own arm. He saw that there was not a bit of flesh on his hand only bone. He rubbed his eyes shook his face and then fumbled for his glasses. when he got them he saw that everything was normal and Grost was nowhere to be seen. He was relieved but only for a few seconds.
a cold, almost dead arm tapped his shoulder. Chills ran through his body, when he turned around he saw- nothing.

Then a voice called out his name he followed to voice and then he saw Rob looking at him. His eyes spewed tears of blood he had scars on his face. Rob tried to speak something but everything that came out of his mouth of straight away gibberish. His togue was severed .

Ramon looked around, all the demons he had drawn and written were coming out of the paper and were dancing around him.

He tried turning-on the lights but they won't turn-on. Then he tried running out of his own room into brightness but the door was mysteriously locked.

Then he fell to the ground and with all those demons dancing around him, Rob crying and Grost laughing maliciously.

Next day his father found him lying in his bedroom on the floor, his whole room was scrambled into a mess. His father took him to hospital. Doctor told Ramon's father that Ramon was not getting enough sleep and this had driven to madness.

After this incident Ramon slept for three days straight. But the visions of Rob, Grost and the demons did not stop worrying him. His father lost to Ramon's mental condition and then sent him to a mental asylum for recovery.

When he came back he completed his novel slowly and published it. After that he became a really wealthy and famous novelist and spent all his later days with happiness and a good life surrounding him...