Are we the product of our actions, or do the dictates of fate control us? Do we get everything by effort, or does fate have another story to tell? Read on.
PK Mahanandia, an artist from Delhi, was sketching portraits of people for a small fee.
Flashback years ago: Little Mahanandia from Orissa, India, was advised by his mother he would marry a girl from Royalty, from a faraway land, the possessor of a musical ear, and the owner of a forest. She would belong to the Sun Sign Taurus.
Current Era 1975 A.D., New Delhi: Charlotte was not pleased with the rendition of this portrait. She came back a day later, but wasn’t happy. Offhand Mahanandia asked her if she owned a woods, and if she was a Taurean. She replied in the affirmative.
She’d come from Sweden to India along the Hippie trail of the 70’s, running across Turkey, Iran, and Afghanistan. Charlette exclaimed in surprise, that she had a similar mini version of the wheel, back home in Sweden.
From thereon, started his journey of love, on his bike, along the hippie-trail across the many countries that Charlette traversed. He worked as an artist drawing portraits for people, who shared money, food, and shelter with him. Nowadays, in the 70’s, one did not need a visa to travel across a number of these countries.
Afghanistan, a landlocked country surrounded by mountains, was a peace-loving nation, with a taste for music, art, and civilization. He would traverse 70 km (approximately 40 miles daily )on his bike till his legs hurt.
Charlotte helped him get over the cultural shock he experienced in Sweden, was accepted by her parents, and he married her, all for love-that love, as per him, hadn’t diminished since 1975, when the now 64-year-old gentleman got married to Charlotte. They have their forest; he proceeds to sketch, and they live happily ever after.
So coming back to the question, are we the product of our activities, or do the dictates of destiny control us? Maybe both- Small Mahanandia being advised of his musical Princess, the owner of a woods, and believing it, Charlotte about the mini version stone wheel of the Sun Temple of Konark, as a part of her collection, and the coming together of the two individuals in Delhi.
However, without his action of cycling across states, do they have got married? Who knows? Who can explain the inexplicable? It was all just for love.
The piano plays on; the forest continues to burst into blossom; the sketches turn into life, and the Wheel of Destiny weaves its tapestry from the country, neighboring what, they predict, the land of the Midnight Sun.