Chapter 142 - Leo

"In the days of yore, when Inna and Soma were brothers and used to rise and set together" began the faint voice.  Plagued by hunger and bitter cold Charan saw two tiny lights, one bright and warm and the other pale and cold appeared in the dark grotto. They chased each other like two colts or canines playing in the meadow. Charana's hollowed eyes blinked as he rose his face from his knobby knees. 

"All hearts were as white as snowflakes, with no blemish of lie and vices. Oh! How happy they were!"  The envy dripped from the feeble voice as it went on. "They had nothing on them --no shinny clothes, no tempting jewels, no grand palace. But they had all for themself--rivers of nectar, fruits of life, caves of Mona, melodies of birds, lullabies of winds--everything was theirs.-from luscious forests to sky-soaring mountains. The son of Mazia could go anywhere, for all land was theirs. "

Bewildered Charana saw naked people-men, women, and children alike, laughing, eating ripe and juicy fruits dropped by trees. They drank water from the flowing rivers. Animals were playing with them as equals. T into a warm orchard. Charana did hear the divine songs of colorful birds. And in the evening when people started to sleep in their cozy caves, the wind sang a lullaby, humming them to sweet sleep. 

"They called this age Krita (perfect one), for everything was virgin then. The six enemies humankind had yet found any allies. The minds of Manu's scions were free just like asvas, which used to race with the wind. Insatiable Vāsanā (desires) hadn't enslaved their sanities. Oh! how miserable the life of all sins was! And how blissful the mother of all was!. " 

A gust of wind swept Charana's sunken cheeks. He inhaled the morning breeze pregnant with the scent of laughing flowers and tempting ripe fruits. The warm golden sunshine basked him, making him sleepy.

A golden fawn came. Its eyes had no fear. The epitome of innocence licked suta's face. 

"Time passed as it always did. The world was now two eons old, but its innocence was still the same. The wind still used to sing the cradleso

"In the days of yore, when Inna and Soma were brothers and used to rise and set together" began the faint voice.  Plagued by hungerThey chased each other like two colts or canines playing in the meadow. Charana's hollowed eyes blinked as he rose his face from his knobby knees. 

"All hearts were as white as snowflakes, with no blemish of lie and vices. Oh! How happy they were!"  The envy dripped from the feeble voice as it went on. "They had nothing on them --no shinny clothes, no tempting jewels, no grand palace. But they had all for themself--rivers of nectar, fruits of life, caves of Mona, melodies of birds, lullabies of winds--everything was theirs.-from luscious forests to sky-soaring mountains. The son of Mazia could go anywhere, for all land was theirs. "

Bewildered Charana saw naked people-men, women, and children alike, laughing, eating ripe and juicy fruits dropped by trees. They drank water from the flowing rivers. Animals were playing with them as equals. The gloomy and freezing grotto dissolved into a warm orchard. Charana did hear the divine songs of colorful birds. And in the evening when people started to sleep in their cozy caves, the wind sang a lullaby, humming them to sweet sleep. 

"They called this age Krita (perfect one), for everything was virgin then. The six enemies humankind had yet found any allies. The minds of Manu's scions were free just like asvas, which used to race with the wind. Insatiable Vāsanā (desires) hadn't enslaved their sanities. Oh! how miserable the life of all sins was! And how blissful the mother of all was!. " 

A gust of wind swept Charana's sunken cheeks. He inhaled the morning breeze pregnant with the scent of laughing flowers and tempting ripe fruits. The warm golden sunshine basked him, making him sleepy.

A golden fawn came. Its eyes had no fear. The epitome of innocence licked suta's face. 

"Time passed as it always did. The world was now two eons old, but its innocence was still the same. The wind still used to sing the cradlesong. It had yet to learn how to howl and raise storms. The sky was serene. With loud laughter, and flashing their rows of blue teeth, the dark palls used to shower the land and swaying trees. They had yet to learn how to drown villages." 

Charan forgot where he was, and what was happening around him. He lost into the feeble voice, as it went on describing the be  eons, slowly became dungeons for mankind. The wind, despite its best effort, couldn't lull the progenies of Manu to sleep. Many of them walked out of their age-old homes and began to roam in all directions. And this was the beginning of their fall. Alas! How clueless they were! They had allied with their enemies. " 

Scenes flashed around befuddled Charana. He saw men and women wandering in the forest, meadows, and plane all. They learned myriads of things--for example building huts, hiding their private parts, eating everything that appeals thier 

ng. It had yet to learn how to howl and raise storms. The sky was serene. With loud laughter, and flashing their rows of blue teeth, the

"In the days of yore, when Inna and Soma were brothers and used to rise and set together" began the faint voice.  Plagued by hunger and bitter cold Charan saw two tiny lights, one bright and warm and the other pale and cold appeared in the dark grotto. They chased each other like two colts or canines playing in the meadow. Charana's hollowed eyes blinked as he rose his face from his knobby knees. 

"All hearts were as white as snowflakes, with no blemish of lie and vices. Oh! How happy they were!"  The envy dripped from the feeble voice as it went on. "They had nothing on them --no shinny clothes, no tempting jewelseverything was theirs.-from luscious forests to sky-soaring mountains. The son of Mazia could go anywhere, for all land was theirs. "

Bewildered Charana saw naked people-men, women, and children alike, laughing, eating ripe and juicy fruits dropped by trees. They drank water from the flowing rivers. Animals were playing with them as equals. The gloomy and freezing grotto dissolved into a warm orchard. Charana did hear the divine songs of colorful birds. And in the evening when people started to sleep in their cozy caves, the wind sang a lullaby, humming them to sweet sleep. 

"They called this age Krita (perfect one), for everything was virgin then. The six enemies humankind had yet found any allies. The minds of Manu's scions were free just like asvas, which used to race with the wind. Insatiable Vāsanā (desires) hadn't enslaved their sanities. Oh! how miserable the life of all sins was! And how blissful the mother of all was!. " 

A gust of wind swept Charana's sunken cheeks. He inhaled the morning breeze pregnant with the scent of laughing flowers and tempting ripe fruits. The warm golden sunshine basked him, making him sleepy.

A golden fawn came. Its eyes had no fear. The epitome of innocence licked suta's face. 

"Time passed as it always did. eons old, but its innocence was still the same. The wind still used to sing the cradlesong. It had yet to learn how to howl and raise storms. The sky was serene. With loud laughter, and flashing their rows of blue teeth, the dark palls used to shower the land and swaying trees. They had yet to learn how to drown villages." 

Charan forgot where he was, and what was happening around him. He lost into the feeble voice, as it went on describing the beauty of the world. 

"Slowly, the pristine minds of men began to gather dust, the same dust that conceals the beauty of a pearl. The caves of Mona, which had sheltered them for eons, slowly became dungeons for mankind. The wind, despite its best effort, col directions. And this was the beginning of their fall. Alas! How clueless they were! They had allied with their enemies. " 

Scenes flashed around befuddled Charana. He saw men and women wandering in the forest, meadows, and plane all. They learned myriads of things--for example building huts, hiding their private parts, eating everything that appeals thier 

dark palls used to shower the land and swaying trees. They had yet to learn how to drown villages." 

Charan forgot where he was, and what was happening around him. He lost into the feeble voice, as it went on describing the beauty of the world. 

"Slowly, the pristine minds of men began to gather dust, the same dust that conceals the beauty of a pearl. The caves of Mona, which had sheltered them for eons, slowly became dungeons for mankind. The wind, despite its best effort, couldn't lull the progenies of Manu to sleep. Many of them walked out of their age-old homes and began to roam in all directions. And this was the beginning of their fall.. Alas! How clueless they were! They had allied with their enemies. "