THE MYSTERY OF RAINY GODDESS, Shama Mohyyu Din [snow like ashes .TXT] 📗

THE MYSTERY OF RAINY GODDESS

(Godfather doesn’t worry, nature helps those who do something better for this world).

As ever garden is full of brightly coloured beautiful flowers, so is our universe, filled with striking Mysteries. Rainy is one of those thumping thunders, conspiring surrenders, and mysterious wonders.

It’s all about that rainy day when I met Rainy. Last September was on its peak; tinny rain drops are lashing down, flashing my head, face, eyes, and nose and finally lowering down.

I felt the heat to meat an aged, very polite and spiritual person, the Godfather of our town. Environment has turned to lovely and enchanting breeze, stimulating every cell of my body, questing to do some thing extraordinary. This vibrant learning spirit enticed me to enter the aloft room of Godfather. He was roosted on his soft straw-mat perched on flooring of wooden ground. The parquet pattern of wooden flooring has made environment more tranquil and fascinating for learning something new, something from the other world of mankind, a world where spiritual creatures are active in their part of life.

Someone enforced my integral quest to learn something from this great spiritual personality. On my request, in a blink, his colossus eyes humble, his magical hands fumble and his lips mumble some sort of sermons. He became soft silent & calm, closed his external part of eyes and opened his inside visionary powers. As soon as eyelids bunged the eyes, his spiritual powers took a flying style of movement like the imperceptible gamma rays are moving here and there in this universe.

Wonder of wonders, I feel a marvelous refreshing tinge in his facial nerves, his face was thriving like a blooming rose bud, and a genuine sense of pleasure could be seen on his face, that specific moment. A couple of seconds, he bumbles with some spiritual entity of this universe, later.

My inquisitive sense exerts more pressure on my nerves, beaming my frantic features of personality, o’ my God, am not sure if this would burst my heart.
Godfather was on two way soothe stride - conversation and tumbledown silence. This cycle continues, and the mystery of spirituality remained hidden, until he opened his eyes.

Well, this moment was breath taking for me so I could not be without asking “Godfather! What was going on there in spiritual world with you?”

He turns out “My Son! It’s very interesting to know about spiritual world of our universe, there are fabulous creatures which are in action out there same like us. We are doing our part and they are doing there part. God has given them their responsibilities to perform and similarly to us”.

This conversation was more than a great spiritual knowledge and mysterious fun for me. I believe on ‘Ends Justify Means’; what so ever the circumstances are. So I went on blowing more questions out, insisting about hidden truth. What Godfather recites to me I would appreciate to scribble in his own words.

Godfather says “My Son! I met there a magical lady, she was beautiful in body structure, it seamed like God has created every part of her body with full sense of esthetic and affection. Her dressing was impeccable, woven by golden and silver threads –glistening like twinkling stars in beautiful galaxy, like glittering diamonds in the ocean. Silky soft stuff of threads was giving her dress a charmingly fascinating touch. Dress was strikingly beautiful, like no other dress in the world of such kind, not at all.

Godfather rambles for a moment, vies for keeping up spirit and turns. “Definitely, she told me her name, Rainy goddess. Actually, My Son! God has created angels and goddesses in order to manage this huge universe. Rainy is appointed at a summit position for rain shedding. When I met Rainy, she proffers a glide on thundering clouds.

Rainy juts her hand and extends to me; it’s pretty moon-lit stresses’ structure. A storm of spiritual power and majesty shoots inside my body the moment I propel my hand on her magical hand. It seemed a sort of reincarnation of my soul. Now I had the same powers the Rainy possesses, this makes me at ease to fly with her.

We (Godfather and Rainy) were flying over toppling the bright blue sky, sodden clouds were blowing below us and, we were waving above. It was great to fly aloft and through the cold beautiful clouds. It’s miracle, it’s witch, it’s spell or magic, what ever it is, it’s great.

Voyage through thumping of thundering clouds lassoed us to a thriving hamlet. A riot of crowed, a plenty of hoots, an open indication of some exotic festivity. Peeping through dark folds of clouds we could see a football bobbing on the ground. Two frantic teams – one is Night Eagle and other is Super Stars- of blooming kids are bustling. Super Stars are exhausted, full-on languid. “This is right time for right magic show”, she purrs.

A beautiful spiritual fur protrudes into vast ambiance - In a blink time - grey spars clouds haul in a confined orchard. Clouds deltoids strike against, a raucous sounds thunder aloft, with a chirpy wave rain pours down. It’s a miracle of miracles, wonder of wonders. In simple, it’s too great to bear.

This rain provokes a wave of inexorable ramble in Super Stars – Goal – a burp of vehement shouting extends in the air. Blush for a second, sulk hush followed, later, a wave of clamors pervading in Night Eagles. In a couple of minutes Super Stars are able to win another goal.

This would blight frantic Night Eagle, definitely. They battered, made inarticulate transitory swoop, tattering time does not appeal them. Lament faces wipe wash tinny rain drops, winners are bright.

She replied: “Super Stars could not win for last 3 times, even yet, their position was not so strong. So I felt it’s better to help them out by creating better weather conditions, appropriate for them”, on my enquiry.

Next stride is anxiously waiting for us, so well, we Lap for very next lapse. We can peer frail scrunched-up clad of Ozone – oxygen cladding for protection against harmful effects of ultraviolet rays – toppling our whole globe, in the extensive violet blue sky. Bursts of cladding have contributed to support dangerous empty wholes. We can set a glance on earth down; engineers are working on ground, building refugee shelter homes for United Nation projects. Blank wholes are paving alleyways for extremely dangerous Ultraviolet Rays, retreating engineers’ body organs into rudimentary evolution.

She hauls sneak – clouds - , forcefully bleak and make them sleek. She regurgitates sparse folds of flail clouds saturated with pure oxygen, dispenses at empty receptacles. Good work, I appreciate it, I project my thumb to her pressing my lips against their walls deliberately, mime.

A mysterious ramble, capsize us to Pakistan-Afghanistan boarder, here Allied NATO and Pakistan forces are in action: healing, sealing, and eventually killing menace terrorist. She again neglect gale, project fur rail, select cloud flail. Gives it implementers’ meanings, small splash of rain begin to fall on those army troops. This moment is breath taking for me, like my own son is fighting against terrorist, while I am shielding him.

Ecstasy of this thought is wearing me, while she turns to me blaring “when some people join hands for good cause, the nature helps them well”.

People are clamoring to hot, looking at vat, disturbing to a lot. Trees are loosing life, whooping at knife, and Animals are breathing hard, a couple of stride from veterinary ward. All this make us lurching hard. In a blink of a second, we clomp down to suburbia.

I can see perpetual reincarnation of souls, as long as, she utilizes her magic trick. The lashing rain showers on kids, houses, roads, plants, trees, and animals. Pennyroyal seedlings are now developing saplings, plants are thriving, flowers are blooming, animals are happily honking, and people are bustling. Yes, with a chirpy wave lives are rebooting. In front of me, picturesque ambience is hooting.

Eventually, ever lasting amiable idiosyncrasy of Rainy flashes once again, but gently. A blend of lowest bass notes, chirpy melodious voice and ramshackle lit develops a kaleidoscopic view of seven colors in the ever lasing sky, rainbow. A zephyr, is in action, dispenses a sense of pleasure. Awe! She disappears with startling sweet sound oozes out of her lips, “Godfather doesn’t worry, nature helps those, who do something better for this world.”


Author:
Shama Mohyyu Din,
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Publication Date: 10-07-2009

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