The sound of the water flowing through the gurgling river was drowned by the cacophony of wild birds rummaging through the fallen cherries among the pile of leaves and twigs on the ground. Dvaita Forest along the border of Himalayas was immensely alive with the chattering of monkeys, the growling of brown bears and the cooing of pigeons. That morning, Keane and Brahma were up early, wandering about Dvaita Forest. The two proficient hunters were in search of the legendary ‘Seven-Arrows’, a master hunter known for shooting seven arrows at one go with precision. Keane and Brahma had come to learn their final art from this maestro. As they were walking past a bush, suddenly, they encountered an old lady picking berries. Out of sheer curiosity, she eagerly asked them what they were doing here. The two hunters arrogantly told her they were looking for Seven-Arrows. She smiled and told them that they had come to the right place. Keane looked at her for a good ten seconds and smir...
Sage Gautam called for Vivek. Vivek was baffled as the Sage seldom summons anyone in particular. He cautiously entered the temple ground where the Sage was resting. The door was ajar. The Sage whispered, “Come and sit here with me, Vivek.” There was a deafening silence in the room. Vivek waited for ten minutes which seemed like hours. With droopy eyes, his defining words broke the silence, “It is time for your first lesson. Go on a journey into the world to learn the art of forgiveness. And don’t return to this monastery until you master it,” he said sternly and slipped back into deep meditation. Vivek was clueless. He packed his bags and headed back to his village where his wife and son resided. On his way, he had to walk through a dense forest. He came across an ageing old man who hoaxed him into giving him all his money. However, as he was on a journey of forgiveness, he decided not to fuss about it. As he walked home, he reflected on what the Sage had said. H...