AM. The megacity was still in a deep sleep. The faint stars still twinkled in the sky. But the sound of tabernacle bells and the clerk's chants echoed purely and easily in the air. The tabernacle grounds were serene, filled with a godly scent. far and wide you looked, the scent of frankincense, green leaves, and scattered flowers formed a natural carpet on the ground. In the cool breath carrying a light mist, the spiritual chants of worshippers and the gleam of oil painting lights created a spiritual atmosphere. Far down, to the east, the sun's shafts sluggishly spread over the tabernacle's becket, drinking a new day.
In such a peaceful terrain, Srinivas Rao, a reputed CI( Circle Inspector) of Police in the area, was walking with his woman
, Suhasini, around the tabernacle. He was about 45 times old. Although they had been married for fifteen times, the void of not having children always visited them. Croakers had easily told Suhasini that she could n't have children, but she noway gave up stopgap. She came to the tabernacle every day, soliciting to God and making promises. Seeing the stopgap and happiness on his woman
's face, Srinivas Rao swallowed his own anguish and accompanied her. He knew that Suhasini was living for this stopgap alone.
After completing their prayers, the couple went inside the tabernacle to light a beacon. The clerk was ready for them. Srinivas Rao placed the plate of flowers he was holding at the bases of the deity with great devotion.
" Namaskaram! Srinivas garu, Suhasini garu, are you well?" the clerk saluted them with a smile, a look of pleasure on his face.
" Namaskaram, sir. With your blessings, we're well," Suhasini replied submissively, her voice filled with devotion.
" You come every day without fail. Your devotion is truly great," the clerk praised them." I'll perform an archanai in the name of your lineage." The clerk began the ritual.
Srinivas Rao and Suhasini closed their eyes and bowed in prayer. The clerk performed the archanai with devotion and gave them aarti. As they took the aarti, the couple, as always, earnestly wished for the same thing for a baby to come into their lives and fill their stages. After soliciting hardly with their eyes closed, they opened them. At that veritably moment, a beautiful flower from the symposium on the deity slipped and fell into the plate of flowers they had placed at the deity's bases.
A look of surprise and joy flashed in the clerk's eyes." Oh my! This is a phenomenon! It seems the God Shiva himself has granted your want. This flower is a godly blessing! From now on, only good effects will be to you. Your want will surely be fulfilled!" The clerk handed the flower to the couple and blessed them. His aspect
dallied on the flower for a moment, as if there was an unknown secret within it. Suhasini's eyes filled with gashes of joy. She took the flower, feeling it was a gift from God. Srinivas Rao's face also held a remarkable serenity. He, too, felt that this was indeed a good auspice.
As they were immersed in this joy and walking out of the tabernacle, Srinivas Rao's phone chimed. It was a call from the police station. Head Constable Murthy's name flashed on the screen.
" Hello. yes, tell me, Murthy garu. good morning," Srinivas Rao began to speak in his usual serious tone.
From the other end, Head Constable Murthy anxiously said," Sir! Good morning, joe! Please come snappily, joe! As we were coming to duty, we set up a two- time-old boy crying on the way outside our station. It seems someone left him then, joe. We brought the boy into the station. But the boy will not stop crying, joe! No matter how important we soothe him, give him chocolates, or offer him milk, he will not eat or drink. He is wailing desperately. Please, joe, come snappily!" He also cut the call.
As soon as he heard those words, Srinivas Rao's face changed incontinently. He looked at the phone in his hand and also at Suhasini standing next to him. The phenomenon that had just happed in the tabernacle, the clerk's words, and now this phone call all these events felt strangely like they were conveying some unknown communication to him. On one side were his duties as a CI and his liabilities to society; on the other, the compassion he felt for that child. A small internal conflict arose in his mind. Pushing away his establishment address, his humanity rose to the face at that moment. Seeing his torture, his woman
asked,
" What happed, darling? You look so upset." Suhasini asked anxiously, with a clear look of concern in her eyes.
" They set up a two- time-old boy near the station. It seems someone left him there. Head Constable Murthy said he will not stop crying," Srinivas Rao explained, a hint of an unknown anguish in his voice.
Hearing those words, Suhasini's heart incontinently melted. Her heart pained, imagining the child's cries." Oh! The poor thing! Let's go incontinently!" Her concern and compassion for the child welled up at formerly," How is the child? When did he last eat? Let's go snappily! That poor little soul must be suffering from hunger."
Without detention, they left the tabernacle directly for the police station. A trip of new stopgap and great responsibility had begun for them. They did not know that the child was n't just an orphan but the precursor of a great storm that was about to enter their lives.
At the police station, the little Ram's cries were carried down by the cool air. The recollections of history's horrifying night visited his youthful mind. The child, sitting alone and pulsing with fear on the way, was noticed by some police officers who were arriving for duty that morning. Among them was Head Constable Murthy. Although he'd a stern appearance, his eyes showed a certain kindness as he looked at Ram.
" What is wrong, my boy? Why are you crying? Where are your parents?" Murthy asked gently, bending down.
Ram looked at him with fear and cried indeed more." mama. Dad." he stammered. His small hands moved as if searching for commodity in the air. Murthy understood what had happed to the crying boy. Suspecting he was a lost child, Murthy gently lifted him and took him outside. A unforeseen commotion started in the police station with the child's cries. The other bobbies
began to bruit ," Sir, a child has been set up."
A little while latterly, Srinivas Rao and Suhasini arrived at the station. From a distance, Suhasini could hear Ram's cries from inside the station. Her heart melted incontinently.
As soon as Srinivas Rao entered, Head Constable Murthy ran up to him." Sir! This is the boy, joe! No matter how important we soothe him, he will not stop crying. We gave him chocolates, but he would n't eat, and we offered milk, but he would n't drink. It seems someone left him then in the middle of the night, joe," he explained anxiously.
Srinivas Rao looked at Ram. The fear in the child's eyes and his pitiful cries melted Srinivas Rao's heart. Ram's eyes held an unknown charm that attracted Srinivas Rao. Ram looked so endearing and beautiful. Suhasini went to Ram, took his small hands in hers, and stroked his head." Poor thing! Why is he crying so much?" she said with great affection and took Ram into her stage. As soon as Ram felt Suhasini's tender touch, his crying sluggishly subsided and ultimately stopped. His small hands held on to Suhasini's saree tightly. Suhasini gently stroked his reverse and asked," What's your name, my child?"" My name is Ram," Ram replied, belting his small arms around her neck as if he endured for her warmth. An inconceivable sparkle and an inexpressible joy appeared in Suhasini's eyes. It felt as if she had eventually set up a way to fulfill the maternal love she had sustained for for so long in the form of Ram. Her stage, which had been empty until also, felt a rare sense of absoluteness.
" Suhasini," Srinivas Rao called vocally, looking at Ram, a strange change in his voice." I feel an unknown connection to this child."
Suhasini turned to her hubby," Yes, dear. We do not have children, do we? What if we borrow him? It feels like this child has come into our lives as a blessing," she asked vocally and hopefully. A new light shone in her eyes. Srinivas Rao fell into study. It was true, they had no children. espousing this child would make their lives complete. still, as a CI, legal complications and liabilities came to his mind. A small internal conflict arose between his duty and responsibility to society and his craving to be a father. But in the face of the child's innocence, all his dubieties melted down.
" What are you saying, Suhasini? You're saying commodity so big without allowing about it? It's not so easy to just take a child set up at a police station and borrow him," Srinivas Rao asked with a hint of inflexibility, trying to hide his own dubieties.
Suhasini hugged Ram close to her heart and replied," You know how important I long for a child. You know the pain in my heart. I feel that he's a stroke of luck for us. You can find out who his parents are and why they abandoned him, and until also, let's take Ram home with us.However, we'll deal with it also, If someone files a complaint that their child is missing. For now, he needs love. Let's give him that. We can suppose about the future latterly, but for this moment, this child should feel that he has us," she replied. Her words showed selfless love and a deep desire to come a mama . Seeing Suhasini's true personality and her compassionate heart, Srinivas Rao looked into her eyes. His dubieties dissolved incontinently. An unknown peace, a new stopgap bloomed." Alright, Suhasini. I understand your want. We'll follow all legal procedures. We'll give this child a good future," Srinivas Rao said, gently holding Suhasini's hand.
That same evening, after all the legal procedures were completed, Srinivas Rao and Suhasini took Ram home. Their house was a little small, but it was enough for a family. The house was veritably beautiful and clean. Suhasini's love and neatness were apparent in every object in the house. As Ram entered his new home, Suhasini performed a small ritual to shield off evil eyes and gave Ram a small, various toy." My darling, you're so beautiful," she said, cracking her knuckles with both hands to shield off wrong. Ram held the toy and smiled noiselessly. With his smile, their house sounded to be filled with a new light, as if a new stopgap and a new joy had stepped into that house. Ram, who until also felt as if the world had collapsed on him, felt a sense of security and a new world in Suhasini's stage.
Suhasini bathed Ram, put new clothes on him, and fed him with her own hands. In her stage, Ram sluggishly fell asleep. Srinivas Rao stood quietly, watching this scene. His eyes were filled with an implied joy, a feeling of getting a new father. Srinivas Rao had spent his life among captures, cases, and police stations. He was synonymous with honesty. He was n't hysterical of anyone and would not spare those who did wrong. Although his nature sounded stern, his heart was full of kindness and commitment to justice. Now, seeing Ram in his woman
's stage, his decision to raise the child came indeed stronger." Ram is a veritably good name," he allowed
to himself, looking at them. Suhasini," Srinivas Rao called vocally, looking at the sleeping Ram." There might be a reason this child came into our lives. Let's take good care of him. We'll give him a good future. No matter what's in his history, we will give him a stable, loving life."
Suhasini hypercritically held his hand and replied," Of course, dear. He's our child. A blessing given to us by God." A silent agreement was made between them.
At night, Srinivas Rao and Suhasini stood in the room where Ram was sleeping. Next to Ram, a small, rustic lotus symbol was visible, which Vinay had left before when he left Ram. It was a secret symbol unknown to anyone. Suhasini gently moved the symbol away, kissed Ram on his forepart. Hope and love shone in her eyes again. But she did n't know how a great peril and an unknown adversary, connected to the child's history, would affect their lives in the future. The secret behind that small lotus symbol and how it was connected to the Wheel of Time was understood by no bone
. All of it was hidden in the future. By accepting Ram as their child, Srinivas Rao and Suhasini had ate a new life and an unknown peril.
What peril awaits them? Find out in the coming occasion!
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