It was winter time, when all the things are still, almost frozen in their footsteps. But that day something happened, which shook every member of the village. A baby girl was born to a family. The parents were overjoyed as she was their first child.
The infant was a good looking child.
At the age of four, she started her schooling at the village school. The teacher loved to teach the children about the flowers, insects, birds and the general knowledge of the world. There were a plenty of young students in the class, the children were considered to be mischievous. But the girl was not. She knew how precious were the things she was taught at the school. She also knew that her parents also cherished the same feelings.
The girl grew up to become a teenager soon. The parents started looking for a groom for their daughter. But the girl always managed to make them change their mind. The girl had found a way to read the stories to make her parents happy. Her grandfather had written a book, his name was Shubhrastha. It had been published by an author, who was an in-law of the family. The book was about mythology. It was full of magical stories of the olden India.
The girl used these believe stories and combined them with reality. She used these stories as a short cuts to describe the events of her life. If a single candle lit the whole house, why not sum two candles together? The answer was simple only one was enough.
The girl was also good at mathematics. The calculations were difficult in the beginning, but not anymore in the end. She knew exact numbers to fulfill her dreams. It was the land measurement of the village, which was being changed. The land was measured in square yards. The girl corrected the old measurement by adding the new measurement by 10 square yards. The results were best and satisfactory.
The girl had more than one skill in her mind. She was conscious of her talent. But she could not understand the concept of 'destiny' like other people. She could not see the other side of life. She only saw the dead people on her death bed and the live ones in her bed. She also saw the same people on her wedding day. The man was the same, he was her husband, who loved her dearly.
But the person looked different, she saw him in different angle of view to understand him. The person never tried to hurt her, he was the only support of her life. But the wife always looked for a way to give herself to her husband. She could not stop. She felt that everything was going in haste and she lacked the power to control it.
The wife wanted to become a mother, but she could not. The test reports said that the wife had no womb. But the denial made the wife more cruel to herself. She had the courage to try again and again, but the courage was never enough for her. She did not give up because she was a free mind. Her spirit was not at all broken.
But something happened one day, which made her a perfect bundle of joy.
The wife was sitting on the porch, it was the evening. She was looking at the land as it was being watered by the servants. It was a land of cotton and the servant used to pour the water manually. The wife was trying to understand the mechanics of the water flow, but she was not successful in the endeavor. But the lady was not disappointed. She just smiled at the servant. She never physically expressed her feelings, but her body always expressed why she was happy. The wife was happy because she had a child inside her.
The child was born six years later. They called him Raghupati. It also means one who has a big heart. The people of the village were always pointed at him. He was a very cute little boy, who was very passionate about the studies. He was very good in the studies and was supposed to become the best student in the class.
The parents looked after him with full affection. But the boy did not have any knowledge about studies as it was not according to his nature.
The boy was a very serious about his life and had the right way of living. He was never the leader of any activity, not even with the other boys of the village. He was the follower of the other students around him. He never did anything unless if the others were doing it. He was not a special child and was never consider to be special in anything he did.
But he did not lack the affection of the people around him, who loved him economically.
The boy had a special thing in his mind, it was the same thing which his father had in his mind. It was the power of the mind, the ability to do unique thing and to produce something unique.