The First Sun Rise
Night is near to it's end & the beginning of the new dawn marks a new future.
Shrouded in darkness one-half of earth awaits the harbinger of light.
The great God awaits readying his seventh stallion.
The giver of life and warmth Helios "The Sun".Let me tell you a small story of a time when even time was an infant.
Of a place unknown to any of you yet we all see its remains around us.
Just like a fading dream it is etched into our hearts yet we are unsure
of what it was.
Ok, so lets begin the real stuff now. But the question I ask to you is where would you like to begin a story which transcends even time?
Lets begin with the birth of the hero. The birth of a child is very common but the birth of a hero cannot be insignificant. It is marked by various events, events extraordinary in their origin but far from the understanding of a human brain. This being a tragic one even I didn't want it to happen, but it did. Lying by the side of a dead mother's body a boy was born into an unfortunate
world. A nurse picked up the boy and the child started to cry.
"The boy's Ok." She said to herself.
She took the boy and handed it to Mr. Han. He was the caretaker of an orphanage. Mr. Han was a short man, little over his forties. His head was devoid of any hair and he wore a hat all the time to cover it up. His face was almost unnoticeable except his huge plump nose which was red just like a tomato.
"Thank you Mr.Han, you are good man." she said with a sense of gratitude and debt in her eyes.
He didn't utter a word. He just took the baby and turned to leave. It was raining heavily and it was dark. Mr. Han took out his umbrella and held the baby tight to his chest. The drops hit the umbrella like bullets. It was an old one and had protected it's master from all kinds of rain for many years. A soldier refusing to go down in spite of being wounded in the battle for the love of his mother country. He moved fast, walking with large strides almost running to his home. Away from this weather, this cold and horrid weather. He almost stumbled while moving in such a hurry.
The question which arises now is what was extraordinary in this event and the answer to this question is that this boy was not born alone that day. He was born at the exact time along with 110 another children. Each of which were the same boy that was born that day. Putting it in simple words 111 avatars were born who had the same soul but many bodies and a bloody future ahead of them. I wish I could say God help them but God won't.
So keep patience because
Patience my friend is not just a virtue,
It's the need of the hour.
For what I say to you It is true.
Seeds don't become a tree just after you sow.
To eat the sweet fruit you have to let the plant grow.
Night is near to it's end & the beginning of the new dawn marks a new future.
Shrouded in darkness one-half of earth awaits the harbinger of light.
The great God awaits readying his seventh stallion.
The giver of life and warmth Helios "The Sun".Let me tell you a small story of a time when even time was an infant.
Of a place unknown to any of you yet we all see its remains around us.
Just like a fading dream it is etched into our hearts yet we are unsure
of what it was.
Ok, so lets begin the real stuff now. But the question I ask to you is where would you like to begin a story which transcends even time?
Lets begin with the birth of the hero. The birth of a child is very common but the birth of a hero cannot be insignificant. It is marked by various events, events extraordinary in their origin but far from the understanding of a human brain. This being a tragic one even I didn't want it to happen, but it did. Lying by the side of a dead mother's body a boy was born into an unfortunate
world. A nurse picked up the boy and the child started to cry.
"The boy's Ok." She said to herself.
She took the boy and handed it to Mr. Han. He was the caretaker of an orphanage. Mr. Han was a short man, little over his forties. His head was devoid of any hair and he wore a hat all the time to cover it up. His face was almost unnoticeable except his huge plump nose which was red just like a tomato.
"Thank you Mr.Han, you are good man." she said with a sense of gratitude and debt in her eyes.
He didn't utter a word. He just took the baby and turned to leave. It was raining heavily and it was dark. Mr. Han took out his umbrella and held the baby tight to his chest. The drops hit the umbrella like bullets. It was an old one and had protected it's master from all kinds of rain for many years. A soldier refusing to go down in spite of being wounded in the battle for the love of his mother country. He moved fast, walking with large strides almost running to his home. Away from this weather, this cold and horrid weather. He almost stumbled while moving in such a hurry.
The question which arises now is what was extraordinary in this event and the answer to this question is that this boy was not born alone that day. He was born at the exact time along with 110 another children. Each of which were the same boy that was born that day. Putting it in simple words 111 avatars were born who had the same soul but many bodies and a bloody future ahead of them. I wish I could say God help them but God won't.
So keep patience because
Patience my friend is not just a virtue,
It's the need of the hour.
For what I say to you It is true.
Seeds don't become a tree just after you sow.
To eat the sweet fruit you have to let the plant grow.
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