Gamboli looked up at the huge expanse of seemingly endless space above him. It was a star-studded clear night. No clouds banned those miniscule drops of beauty, the stars, from sparkling up these endless nights.
He had always thought, what ARE these clouds? He certainly did understand they brought rain. Before every shower, grey monstrous clouds would fill up the whole sky - and then rain it would. It was scary indeed, how much they couldn't control!!
But he remembered one such time, he could have swore it was about to rain. But then as if the whole dark legion went away, and the sky was back to blue in no time.
The elders in his family say that "Ahuja"- the God, had under his command an army, twelve thousand strong, of the precipitative demi-cloud-gods. They slept away in peace for most of the time, but after the onslaught of the Wicked One - when it was hot all day long- they woke up and fought for good and for justice. Their blood came down as rain on their village, and it (i.e the rain) soothes the body.
Gamboli could never quite bring himself to believe in these tales, they had never quite appealed to them. What if there WAS no Ahuja? What if the good fortunes and misfortunes were not reflective of some "divine" mood; maybe it was just a series of chances!!
But then the very idea was frightening to him. Gamboli would much prefer to be in a world where someone watched over his every move than be stuck in a godless world with no higher meaning.
It would be a frightening world of stones and spears - without the divine guidance they are NOTHING!!
There! The boar was out in the open atlast, he dashed towards it with hunger ringing in his ears
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