Unique Family

Today morning as I sat in the rental car and prepared to fly, I heard some prayers. They were addressing me and I was reminded that I am the son of Shiva.

It was a pleasant journey and all the while the songs invoked me and reminded me of my virtues, of the needs of the world, and requested me to be pleased enough to extend my help. No one around me realised what was happening...they didn't know me. I am still incognito. I am still discovering myself. I remembered my resolve - I am the embodiment of solutions, the destroyer of obstacles, the one who follows the most elevated code of conduct. Six months to go...

During the flight, I heard someone talking lovingly to his son. And I smiled. I remembered my own son. I had adopted him... or rather he had adopted me. He is a little bundle of love. Others wouldn't understand how I could love him. He does not have eyes, or ears, no limbs either. He stays silent all the time. But we connect through our thoughts. And we understand each other and share a love that others can't even dream of...

And then I remembered my partner. My smile broadened and I chuckled. A decade and a half of living together and we are still not formally married. The society was scandalized when they heard of my decision not to marry some woman and live a "normal" life. I spared them by not revealing my actual plans. I wanted to live with another male. We understood each other well. We loved and adored each other and I was happy (well, most of the time), to do what he wanted me to do. He is the fussy kind - he tells me daily how much he loves me and how he wants me to be a better person (sigh!) and that I should remember no one else even in my dreams... oh he is very possessive. He is actually convinced that it is in my own best interest that I should stay loyal and faithful to him. I know its true, but I have a little independent streak remaining in me that gets me into trouble every now and then.

He stays at home while I go to work and earn for our livelihood. He watches me with lot of love as I do the daily chores and I share what I am thinking. Sometimes when I get involved in my work and forget to give him the doting attention that he expects, he reminds me in some way or the other. We sit together to have food and he expects me to offer him the first morsel. Ah true love! But then I often get lost into my own thoughts after that... and when I am in that mode, he also turns his attention to "other important jobs".

I must confess I haven't been fully faithful. I still have (well had until yesterday) an ordinary sense of awareness of myself. I am a bit familiar with him and don't always respect his wisdom. I mean I do respect him, but I sometimes end up doing my own thing anyway.

He is a consultant in the truest sense. He sits at home most of the time and listens carefully to what's going on in the world. Then he gives recommendations on what to do and why. He never ever actually does anything. He told me once that he had never studied a thing. He is just eternally smart. Every once in a while he goes to deliver a lecture.  He has an adoring fan following and I can hardly get to meet him in person then. I just sit at a distance and soak in the love...and enjoy how everyone loves him.

He told me once - It's not enough to tell me I love you. You have to prove it by becoming my equal. I want you to be my partner in the truest sense and then... then I will take you to my home and I will make you the queen of the world (ok, you can be the king if you want, he said) and the world will be heaven...you will never know any wants. Yes darling, I replied. I will prove it provided you help me. But of course!, he said. I am here for you. Now and forever.

Sounds so much like a fairy tale doesn't it? But I know him. I know he means every word. And besides, I would die to be like him. That's what I need to do... die. Die from old ways of living. Die from ordinariness. Die from the past. Die alive. And design a whole new way of living. Hand in hand with God.