The Pulse of the Mountain
In a time long past, guarded by the dense canopy of the jungle and the mystical hum of life, there shone a solitary peak. This notable peak was known as Mount Kriya. Mysterious, alluring, and feared, it was believed that the mountain bore a living pulse—an eternal heartbeat that was the source of all life on earth.
Long before the touch of industrialization, there was a secluded village at the foot of this mountain, aptly named 'Sanskari'. The villagers were mostly farmers, and with a little help from passing traders, they had been maintaining their sacred coexistence with the mountain for centuries. They worshipped the mountain, not like a lifeless deity of stone, but as a veritable guardian, a parent granting life and sustenance.
One day a young villager called Jeevan set out to venture higher up the mountain than any villager had ever dreamed of. His motivation was not foolish bravado, but a deep-rooted love for the mountain. As a child of seven, Jeevan had lost his parents. It was the villagers who raised him, and the mountain that inspired him. He believed the higher he would climb, the closer he would be to the mountain's heart, to its throbbing pulse of life.
With a daring spirit and a heart full of hope, Jeevan began his journey. His climb was perilous, but the mountain seemed to guide him. When his bones ached, a soft mossy bed would come into sight. When thirst tormented him, he would find a hidden spring under a rock—a rocky hollow whispering secrets of survival.
After weeks of ascent and countless obstacles, Jeevan finally reached the peak. Tired, yet jubilant, he placed his hand on the icy surface, and for the first time felt the throb of the mountain. It was a rhythmic pulsation—steady, calming, and filled with a sense of unimaginable power. In that moment, he was intricately connected with Mother Nature, feeling her heartbeat against his own.
In the glow of the first morning light, Jeevan realized what the pulse truly was. It was the rhythm of life, a constant symphony playing inside every creature, and in the heart of the mountain. Respecting this discovery, he made his descent, carrying the unforgettable revelation.
Upon reaching Sanskari, Jeevan narrated his adventure to the villagers. His tale was met with astonishment and wonder. His experience reinforced their belief in the implacable power of Mount Kriya and increased their loyalty and respect for nature. They treasured their mountain more, realizing that their lives and the mountain's pulse were interlaced just like Jeevan had shared.
Jeevan's love for the mountain became a tale of lore in Sanskari, passed on from generation to generation. They continued to cherish their guardian, reluctant to let the touch of modernity soil their sacred bond with Mother Nature.
Thus, despite the shifting sands of time, Mount Kriya and Sanskari remained as timeless, beating in harmony, the mountain's pulse echoing life’s rhythm to the villagers. Emphasizing that as long as the earth’s heart beats, vibrates with life, mankind could continue its dance with existence.