the immortal of maluha
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showers <strong>of</strong> flowers since <strong>the</strong>y had finally been freed from <strong>the</strong>ir evil rulers, was surprised at <strong>the</strong><br />
cold reception he got. He put it down to enforcement by <strong>the</strong> Chandravanshi royalty.<br />
Shiva, who arrived a week later, was under no such illusions. He had expected far worse<br />
than just a quiet greeting. He expected to be attacked. He expected to be vilified for not<br />
standing up for <strong>the</strong> Swadweepans, who also believed in <strong>the</strong> legend <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Neelkanth. He<br />
expected to be hated for choosing <strong>the</strong> so-called wrong side. But while he had come to suspect<br />
that <strong>the</strong> Chandravanshis were not quite evil, he was not prepared to classify <strong>the</strong> Suryavanshis<br />
as <strong>the</strong> ‘wrong side’ ei<strong>the</strong>r. In his opinion, <strong>the</strong> Meluhans were almost without exception honest,<br />
decent, law-abiding people who could be unvaryingly trusted. Shiva was deeply confused about<br />
his karma and his future course <strong>of</strong> action. He missed Brahaspati’s keen wit and advice.<br />
His thoughts weighing heavy on him, Shiva quickly disembarked from <strong>the</strong> curtained cart and<br />
turned towards <strong>the</strong> Chandravanshi palace. For a moment, he was startled by <strong>the</strong> grandeur <strong>of</strong><br />
Dilipa’s abode. But he quickly ga<strong>the</strong>red his wits, reached out for Sati’s hand, and began<br />
climbing <strong>the</strong> hundred steps towards <strong>the</strong> main palace platform. Parvateshwar trudged slowly<br />
behind. Shiva glanced briefly beyond Sati, to find Anandmayi ascending <strong>the</strong> steps quietly. She<br />
had not spoken to Shiva since that terrible encounter when she realised who Shiva was. She<br />
kept climbing with an impassive face, devoid <strong>of</strong> any expression, her eyes set on her fa<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
‘Who <strong>the</strong> hell is that man?’ asked an incredulous Swadweepan carpenter, held back at <strong>the</strong><br />
edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> palace courtyard by Chandravanshi soldiers.<br />
‘Why are our Emperor and <strong>the</strong> sincere madman waiting for him on <strong>the</strong> royal platform, and<br />
that too in full imperial regalia?’<br />
‘Sincere madman?’ asked his friend.<br />
‘Oh, haven’t you heard? That is <strong>the</strong> new nickname for that fool Daksha!’<br />
The friends burst out laughing.<br />
‘Shush!’ hissed an old man, standing next to <strong>the</strong>m. ‘Don’t you young people have any sense?<br />
Ayodhya is being humiliated and you are joking around.’<br />
Meanwhile, Shiva had reached <strong>the</strong> royal platform. Daksha bent low with a namaste as Shiva<br />
smiled weakly and returned <strong>the</strong> greeting.<br />
Dilipa, his eyes moist, bent low towards Shiva. He cried in a s<strong>of</strong>t whisper, ‘I am not evil, my<br />
Lord. We are not evil.’<br />
‘What was that?’ asked Daksha, his ears straining to hear Dilipa’s whispered words.<br />
Shiva’s choked throat refused to utter a sound. Not hearing anything from Dilipa ei<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
Daksha shook his head and whispered, ‘My Lord, perhaps this is an opportune time to<br />
introduce you to <strong>the</strong> people <strong>of</strong> Ayodhya. I am sure it will galvanize <strong>the</strong>m into action once <strong>the</strong>y<br />
know that <strong>the</strong> Neelkanth has come to <strong>the</strong>ir rescue.’<br />
Before an anguished Shiva could answer, his caring wife spoke, ‘Fa<strong>the</strong>r, Shiva is very tired.<br />
It has been a long journey. May he rest for some time?’<br />
‘Yes, <strong>of</strong> course,’ mumbled Daksha apologetically. Turning towards Shiva, he said, ‘I am<br />
sorry, my Lord. Sometimes my enthusiasm gets <strong>the</strong> better <strong>of</strong> me. Why don’t you rest today?<br />
We can always introduce you at <strong>the</strong> court tomorrow.’<br />
Shiva looked up at Dilipa’s angst ridden eyes. Unable to bear <strong>the</strong> tormented gaze any<br />
longer, Shiva looked beyond <strong>the</strong> Chandravanshi emperor, towards his courtiers standing at <strong>the</strong><br />
back. Only one pair <strong>of</strong> eyes did not have a look <strong>of</strong> incomprehension. It was at that moment that<br />
Shiva realised that except for Anandmayi, nobody else in Dilipa’s court knew <strong>of</strong> his identity. Not<br />
even Dilipa’s son, Bhagirath. Dilipa had not spoken to a soul. Clearly, nei<strong>the</strong>r had Daksha.