Chapter 1: Brother and Sister
> "They say, when someone fights in silence... their echo roars in the future."
"Bajrang! Did you run off alone again?"
Kira's voice echoed through the morning breeze. Her braid danced behind her, and she held a steaming pot in one hand.
A little distance away, in a dusty field, a barefoot boy was fighting an invisible enemy with a wooden stick.
Thump! Thump! Thak!
With each strike, dust flew, and his feet left deep marks in the ground.
"You'll go crazy one day, I swear!"
Kira muttered, but there was a smile on her face.
Without looking, Bajrang replied,
"As long as I'm crazy, I don't fear losing."
Sunlight peeked through the trees. A few goats grazed nearby. The air carried the sweet scent of mangoes.
But amid all this peace, there was a restless fire in Bajrang's eyes.
He swung hard — and tumbled to the ground.
"Haah…"
His breath was heavy, chest rising and falling fast.
At that moment, heavy footsteps approached from behind.
"Your strikes have power... but your back is still open to the wind."
Without turning, Bajrang knew — it was his father.
Young, strong-built, face weathered by the sun, and eyes burning like ashes of some forgotten past.
"I'm trying every day,"
Bajrang said.
"Every day isn't always enough. Sometimes… one single day is all it takes to change everything."
And he walked away.
The village wasn't big, but its silence was deep.
Wherever Bajrang went, people would stop. Conversations would hush.
"He's his son, right… still alive?"
"They say his mother died... but no one really tells the truth..."
Bajrang paid no attention to any of it.
He didn't need answers.
His questions were still alive.
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Evening — by the river.
Kira was drawing lines in the water with a stone.
"What will you become when you grow up?"
"I don't know..." Bajrang replied, skipping stones.
"But I do know this... whatever I become, it'll be mine alone."
Kira stayed quiet. She was about to say something — but held back.
Bajrang's eyes weren't on the water — they were on the sky.
Night had fallen.
Standing outside the hut, Bajrang gazed at the stars. No prayers, no rituals — just a silence lighter than his breath.
His father stepped out behind him.
He didn't say a word. Just stood beside him.
After a while, Bajrang spoke —
"Will I ever... become something great?"
His father's voice was quiet, yet firm.
"You don't 'become' something, son… you have to turn into it."
And at that very moment,
in one distant corner of the sky —
a star fell.
No one saw it.
But maybe... fate did.
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A soft flute tune floated in the early morning breeze...
Blue-white sky, dew on the trees, and an old mud house by the river.
> When a bond isn't of blood, but of soul... the heart breaks long before the thread does...
Inside the house — a scattered mat, shadows on the walls, and a flickering lamp that looked almost alive in its beauty.
And in that beauty, on a small bed, lay a boy with closed eyes, thinking:
Why does every morning feel the same… except for your face, Kira…?
His eyes were full of emotion — not tired, but hollow somehow.
Just then, a knock on the door broke his thoughts.
As the door opened, light streamed in.
Kira walked in — water pot balanced on her head, flowers in her hair, and stubborn mischief in her eyes.
She laughed and said —
"Up before me again? You're ruining the fun of waking you up!"
Bajrang smiled and sat up — soft sunlight fell on his face, making him glow like gold.
He replied,
"What can I do... you're a dream, and I want to wake up every day just to see you."
Kira (blushing):
"You... you'll never change."
They both laughed.
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Blue river, white birds soaring, sunlight dancing on the lake. Bajrang and Kira were collecting water.
Kira asked,
"Bajrang... what's your dream?"
Bajrang replied,
"I don't know..."
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Afternoon sunlight. Their father stood in the courtyard — the shade covered half his face.
In a soft tone, he said,
"Don't go to the fields today... just stay home."
His eyes were staring into the distance — why, no one knew.
Kira and Bajrang together replied,
"Yes, Father."
They ran excitedly to a nearby tree where a swing had been made, and started playing.
As they played and laughed, night quietly arrived.
After dinner, Kira was washing dishes — the fire from the stove had dimmed.
Bajrang said,
"Kira, the food was amazing today."
Kira laughed and replied,
"Haha! Of course it was — I am the legendary cook!"
> Sometimes, the sweetest moments... are the seeds of the biggest fires.
Bajrang's eyes slowly lifted toward the sky — and in that moment, something shifted.
From the roof of the hut, a shadow — someone unfamiliar — was watching them.
What was that?
To find out, keep reading —
The Origin of Om.