Because the story is the story

"Dad, let's go through that 'park'!" -Gauri hangs her neck. "Shh, donkey! Leave dad. What a middle-of-the-road shameless… old as a buffalo. Do not suppress the girl child..?” – My wife waved her hand angrily. I hired. I entered the park holding Gauri's hand.

Gauri is my elder daughter. A thirteen-year-old girl who could not wear a skirt or a scarf. Mother's image and fluttering has descended on her. She has come with an ingenuity, cross-examination, and understanding that neither my mother nor I have. Wisdom has come to understand everything that happens in the world. I love to teach the child the truth. All I know is a willingness to teach her.

"Father, I will come here. I will touch this plant... 'Kappu, kappu' will cover it. Why is this plant so shy?”

Shy plant! Is the plant shy? A thread flashed into the skull.

"The plant must have done something wrong, Gauri!"

The child looked at me with her head raised and her eyes narrowed.

"A girl named Akalikai Akalikai..."

"I know that story. Traumatic. As Rama walks, his foot falls on a stone. stone will explode. All the 'blinking' lights will go off and on. Akalikai come and offer obeisance to Rama. It will rise up and rain down.”

I stroked my baby's head and began to speak softly…

” Rama reluctantly moved towards Vishwamitra, seeing Akalikai, who was older than him, calm-faced and with eyes full of compassion, bowing to him.

'Rama! She was Gautama's wife. A woman who is a victim of Indra's deception. Gautamarai came and bewitched the ghost who unknowingly failed him. She was the target of her husband's curse. That is - Gautama has also come knowing that this is the time for her liberation.

Rama sees the sadness in Gautama's eyes. Look at the hug saying, 'Even if a thousand curses, you are not my wife'. Look at a couple who have been separated for thousands of years. Look at Gautama asking if it was a mistake done unconsciously. Love does not speak Rama, it feels. Love is endless Rama, transcendent! Peaceful. Forget the whole world and see them walk in silence.'

Raman was staring impassively at the figures slowly moving together. He became the target of an emotion he had never known before.

He waited until sunset, crossed the cleft rocks to reach the path, stumbled, stumbled for a moment, bowed, and stooped to look down.

A single grass under a split rock has bent and pinched the right big toe. Trying to break free, he tightened and shouted 'Rama!'

A talking plant! Can plants talk? This is where Gautama was. The Vedas will tell. In a low voice, the grasshopper called... 'Call that Gautama, Rama! When you wake up and see the cup dripping with water, tell the sage to come. 'There's a custom, come on!' call out. He forgets me in the happiness of getting a wife. Tell me to come here.'

'It is out of character to call Gautama now. keep calm who are you? what is your anger Raman will fix it. Release the finger.'

Gautama's wife made a mistake. She was punished. She lay as stone for billions of years. What did I do? Why blame me for the grass under her feet? What is the sin? Why will Gautama turn the girl into a rock and press me into the rock? I have believed that growth and life are mutually exclusive. Those who were born with me have become trees, trees of trees, and have grown into ghosts. Rama, is this violence for me?'

He spoke in a low voice.

'Do you know what happened that day?' - asked Raman.

'Indra came and descended. He stood here and crowed like a chicken. When Gautama went to swim as the night was over, he was transformed. He called Akalikai by name...'

'Is it clear, is it Indra?'

'Looks good. It is Indra himself. When Akalikai came, he hugged and sniffed. Akalikai is surprised – why are you switching off and sniffing at this time...'

'Akaligai refused? Did you ask why?'

'She didn't deny it, she was surprised. But the face itself spoke and was confused.'

'And what?'

'When Indra heard the sound of the real Gautama, he ran away. He disappeared as he came. Akalikai woke up. 'Gautama disappears - Gautama comes? Who is Gautama in this?'-She fell down on the ground without strength to stand.'

'And what?' - Raman's voice rose.

‘Was it a man who touched? Unknown birth? A stone in emotion?' Gautama snapped. All the sage said in anger was curse. Akaligai bowed down. At that moment she became a rock. She pressed me. Kalpagodi period. What was with me became a tree and became the tree of the tree...' - said the single grass.

'Grass! You have the strength to not let go of me. You were the first to know that Indra was coming. You know when Gautama moved and Akalikai was in confusion; Isn't it?' - Raman grunted.

'Shouldn't you have called out, Gautama? Shouldn't you have fallen down with your fingers, Indra? A fully realized sage – didn't she know that her husband would not fall on his knees? Don't you understand clearly who? Shouldn't Indra be on fire? You are so happy in the pain of others! Knowingly and unwillingly doing harm to a woman. Indra's character is compatible with you; Desire in mind.

Don't say no little grass, let go of your finger! This heroism should have been present, and the detail should have helped the girl. This is the result of lack of wisdom.

Are you going to get rid of your finger, shall we remove it?' - He gently pressed the grass with the bottom of the bow.

The grass is shriveled.

From that day to this day, whoever touches it, will cry out in shame as Rama."

Baby Gauri was silently looking at the grass. This story is too much for this age. A thousand questions in her little mind. A hundred thoughts that do not understand.

She reached out to touch the grass again and stopped suddenly. She raised her head and looked at me. "It’s sin”, this grass. You have already suffered a lot. Do not return and remember! lets go." – She got up and walked past me.

My child understood one thing. From now on, the rest will be understood slowly.