Prabhat peeping out of the deep blue of the night sky saw a young man walking fast like a sign towards the raised mountain.

His heart was pulsating with the pace of the whole world.

Without worrying at all, he walked for hours on the flat ground. When he reached near the forest, he heard a very mysterious sound coming from very near and far away, "Young man! If you don't want to kill, don't go through this forest!”

The young man stood in astonishment.

Looked around, but he didn't even see a bird. Then he was sure that some ghost was speaking. But his innate courage did not heed the strange warning.

But he did slow down his pace a bit and went on his way without any fear. His senses were awake and also fully alert to face any unknown enemy that might come in the way.

Coming out of the thick shadows of the trees, he reached out into the open, but he did not hear any suspicious sound again, nor even a shout!

Now he had come under a big tree. He sat there to rest. His eyes swayed on the great plain lying in front of him, reaching the naked and clear peak of the mountain which was his destination.

But from that place he got up to hear again the same mysterious voice coming from far away, with a cup or more solemnly “Young man! Don't cross this ground, if you don't want to call your motherland troubled!

This time the young man's self-respect allowed him no hesitation, and he himself smiled and hurried away at the meaningless and foolish warning, as if filled with some heavy secret. It is not known whether the unrest or the unrest, what had given momentum to his feet.

As he neared his destination at the bottom of the mountain, the evening mist had covered the field. He couldn't even completely put his foot on the stone that the same sound started reverberating--very near and far-mysterious-but this time it was more terrifying-"Young man, don't hold on any further, or you will be killed. !”

The young man laughed out loud and went on on his way without haste or hesitation.

And as he went up, it got dark, but his enthusiasm kept on increasing. When he reached the summit of Ain, the last ray of the sun kissed his forehead and lit it.

"Come on, I've arrived!" He exclaimed with glee, "O evil or good unknown phantom! If you wanted to test me, I succeeded! The sin of any murder is not on my soul; my motherland Lying peacefully below, and I am still alive. Whoever you are, I am more powerful than you, because I have done my duty by disobeying you!”

Like a lightning struck from the mountain - "Young man, you forget!" The young man got buried under the heavy burden of these words.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, as he lay down to rest, he licked his lips and murmured – “So it seems that I have unintentionally killed someone!”

"Your careless actions have crushed a worm--" the reply echoed, and the young man replied again with a contemplative - "Oh, now I understand! There was no evil or good spirit speaking in me, but a ghost, which is also a joke. " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I didn't know that even in this world of death such strange beings enjoy themselves.

Those high mountain ranges that were being lost in the disappearing darkness in the darkness, again echoed from them - "Are you still the same young man whose soul was pulsating with the world-music in the morning? Has your soul so fallen that it cannot be liquefied by the pain of even an insect?

"Is that what you meant?" The young man asked, putting force in his forehead, “Am I then a murderer a thousand and a million times like the same innumerable creatures, under whose feet countless insects and insects are crushed unknowingly?”

“It may or may not be so, but you were already warned not to kill this particular creature. Do you know what was the significance of this insect in the eternal law of creation?"

Bowing his head, the young man replied, "Since I neither knew nor could know about this, you must humbly admit that I have only one of the many possible murders that you wanted to prevent. is of. But I am very curious to know how I have crossed that ground and called Afrit on my motherland.”

"young boy! You saw that colorful butterfly," whispered in the ear of a young man, "that was once flying to your right?

"Seen a lot of butterflies and the one you mentioned."

"Many butterflies! And your breath has blown away many butterflies from their right path; But the one I have just mentioned has gone east and soaring far and wide reached the palace of the royal palace. Now the baby of that butterfly will be born next year after a scorching summer afternoon, crawling on the white soft neck of a pregnant lady sleeping in the lap of sleep, will wake her up so loudly that her heart will be pounding and The unborn child will die in the womb.

Thus the ruler of the state would be the brother of the king, not the proper heir. And you are because of the murder of the rightful heir. Raja's brother is cruel, ruthless, unjust and tyrannical. Disappointed by his rule, the people will go mad, and then to save their lives, that king will cause a terrible war in the whole country, which will destroy your beloved motherland!

And the blame for all this will not be blamed on anyone else except you, and the reason for all this is because of your breath that butterfly flying towards the east in the garden of the palace!”

The young man shrugged his shoulders, "O strange ghost! How can I deny that all that you have foretold will not happen, because on this earth one thing produces another, and very often terrible things are caused by very trivial events, and In the same way, the most trivial events are also caused by the most extreme events.

And then why should I believe in this prophecy, when you said about my death that it will happen as soon as you reach the top, so it has not happened yet!”

“He who ascends must also go back; If he wants to be with his human brethren again," echoed that frightening voice, "did you ever think of that."

The young man stopped suddenly and thought that he would go down the safe path, but the impenetrable darkness of the night had already imprisoned him and it was impossible to get rid of him until dawn. Daylight is necessary to cover such a dangerous path.

Was expected. That day would come tomorrow morning, and then he would go on his way with all the courage—thinking that he lay there on the rock, trying to invoke restorative sleep.

There he lay motionless. Various emotions arose in his mind and were not allowing him to sleep! At last he opened the closed eyelids of his shaved eyes, but as he looked around, his heart and hair trembled with fear! A black ledge was visible to him, only above which there was a way to return alive to the earth below. Till now he had faith in the complete knowledge of his path, but now doubts arose in his mind and kept on increasing, till then it turned into such a severe trouble that the young man was completely unable to bear it. Therefore, instead of being worried about waiting for the morning in the dilemma of uncertainty, he resolved to find his way immediately, because he was to return.

As a boon of the day, he stood tight to go on that unknowable path without light, but he took only one step forward that it seemed to him as if irrevocable justice was condemning him and his fate was settled just now. It's about to happen.

Angry and angry, he cried out in the emptiness itself - "O unseen phantom! who are you? Tell me before taking my life, it is true. Till now I have been disobeying your commands, but now I accept my defeat in front of you - I bow my head - but tell me who are you after all?

A sound reverberated from very near - very far away.

“No life has known me till today. I have many nouns! Dharmameeru calls me by the name "Nyati", fools call me "Fate! and the Holy Spirit recognizes me as the Supreme Soul. For those who consider themselves to be wise, I am that eternal power, which has been present since time immemorial and will be there till the end?

Then in these last moments of my life I give you to you, the heart of a young man filled with bitterness of death cried out, "If indeed you are the same power that was in the beginning of creation and the dead will be there for all eternity, What happened then was already destined - that I should go through the forest and unintentionally commit a murder, that I should be the cause of the destruction of my motherland just by crossing the plain, and that I would be on the top of this mountain. Come and embrace death - all this happened even after giving your warning!

But if your warning was to be of any help to me, then why was it given to trouble me in vain? And why - even the cruelest of satires, I am asking you that question even in this last moment of my life?

The answer resonating with a harsh and terrifying secret reverberation resonated against the unknown, unfamiliar boundaries of the great void!

As the young man presented himself to hear and understand the echo, the ground shook and slipped from under his feet!

He fell and, rising through the dark air of time, in the indelible darkness of the endless nights, he went on falling down somewhere even from innumerable abyssal troughs. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .