Yesterday I called on Siddhatha, after gossiping half an hour, I asked him what are special news from Bhubaneswar? Nothing special he told me, Just the killed of Biranchi Das (Coach of Budhia, The child marathon runner) has been nabbed today, and the news channels here are covering only him and nothing more. Any thing more special.

Yes there is one. Our Mahadev is accepting all the waters we have offered to him and the water is not swelling out from his asthana.

I can’t follow you. I inquired.

He told me, you know I had a Shiva lingam at our puja room. Yes there should be. I replied.

The lingam is on a plate and I offer a kamandal of water everyday after taking bath. Previously the water used to spill out from the plate, but not any more,

Since when it is happening, I asked.

For last two days.

That’s is really great. Just like Ganesha drinking milk a few years ago.

But as I have revealed it to you, God may annoy and he will not accept my offerings any more, he showed his fears.

 Don’t worry I am a part of your family. I answered.

My memory lane went to an incident happened almost twenty-seven years ago. I was in my middle classes. It was First Monday of holy Srabhan month and along with a few friends we had gone to offer water to an ancient temple some five kilometers from our town. There was quite a large crowd in side the temple and people were breaking coconuts as offerings. Being kids it was easy for our movements and we could move in and out with some coconut pieces. We gathered a lot, as the priest could not take hold off all the stocks. Yet we needed more. I put my hand beside the lingam to collect some pieces of coconuts. I grabbed some thing solid and in the next moment I felt like grabbing a piece of burning log in my hands.  My claws opened and the same felled down there. Though the burning sensation was for a few moments I could never forget the same in rest of my life.

So many times I argued my self there must be some one burning a bundle of agarbatti and I picked it my mistake. But my sixth sense never allowed it to digest, if that was the matter then my hand must have been injured, where as it was not. At last I came to a conclusion. God wanted me to teach. I should not have theft any thing even though it belongs to him. As I was a child he left me with a warning only and in future there will be no warning and I had to bear the consequences of my actions.

These happenings are the essence of our daily life and we cherish it ourselves and it gives us strengths to face the difficulties on the long path he had put us on.