The journey to the heart of Brahmalok was a transition from the cosmic to the intimate. As Narad and Angat moved through corridors still buzzing with divine clerks and agents, the memory of the veena's harmony lingered in Angat's soul like a persistent, soothing dream. The frantic energy of the administrative realm gradually softened, replaced by an anticipatory hush.
"Vatsa," Narad said softly as they approached a simple, pearl-inlaid archway that seemed to lead to nowhere. "Be sure to seek Mother's guidance. She is the source of all knowledge and will surely answer the questions that weigh most heavily on your soul. For the rest... I will answer. Do not disturb her with trivialities."
Angat merely nodded, his throat suddenly too tight for words.
Crossing the threshold was a luminous glitch in reality. Sound drained away, not into silence, but into a profound quiet teeming with potential. The very air was different ...cool and tingling, carrying the sacred fragrance of night-blooming jasmine, the purity of lotus, and the sharp, electric tang of pure intellect. It was the scent of inspiration on the cusp of becoming form.
The pavilion had no walls. Its boundaries were defined by the slow, graceful orbits of radiant scrolls, each one etched with glowing glyphs that scripted the very laws of existence with their every rotation. Underfoot, a river of cosmic mosaic flowed ...lapis lazuli and mother-of-pearl swirled in a hypnotic dance, inlaid with pulsing equations that connected the stars. Above, the vault opened directly into the Akashic Records, a living tapestry where threads of light each a soul, a story, or a cosmic secret - wove together in an infinite, shimmering display.
At the heart of it all, a river of liquid starlight and coherent thought flowed without beginning or end. Upon its surface, swans with ancient, knowing eyes glided soundlessly, their movements tracing elegant, algorithmic patterns that solved the universe's quietest riddles.
And there, seated upon a flawless lotus throne of clear quartz that rose from the starry waters, was Maa Saraswati. Draped in pristine white, she was the embodiment of serene potency. Her half-closed eyes held the depth of all universal memory, and the celestial veena in her lap seemed less an instrument and more an extension of her will ...a device from which new realities could be strummed into being. She was not merely present; she was actively composing the silent symphony of creation.
"Ahh... Narad. You have come. Here, come sit next to me," her voice was like the gentle rustling of pages in an ancient, beloved library.
Narad, the formidable Gossip God, became a son in that moment. He approached with a humility Angat had never seen, and Angat followed, his own head bowed in reverence.
"Hmm, you have become so thin. Don't you eat?" Maa Saraswati's concern was as tangible as her power. She reached out, her hand hovering near his cheek. "I am sure Lord Brahma is overworking you. I will complain to him. Other agents can handle some of your tasks."
Narad sighed, a soft, affectionate sound. "I am fine, Mother. I am... dieting. To get the lean look. Don't I look handsome?"
"Yes, yes, my Narad is the most handsome," she replied, her smile radiant and unconditional.
Watching this intimate exchange, a sharp, sweet pain lanced through Angat's heart. The goddess's motherly affection plucked a string deep within him, and it resonated with the memory of his own mother ...her insistence that he never skip lunch, her unwavering support during difficult times, and the way she had shielded him like a furious Kali when his father had raged against his decision to choose a private job over the military. The memory was a bittersweet ache, a reminder of a love and a life now impossibly far away.
"And who is this Vatsa? Your new student?" Maa Saraswati asked, her perceptive gaze shifting to Angat. As if sensing the sorrow radiating from him, her tone softened further. "Are you alright, Vatsa?"
Narad glanced at Angat, a thought flashing in his eyes. 'Hmm, he looks a little more depressed than I suggested. Is he missing his mother?' He gave Angat a comforting pat on the back, a silent gesture of solidarity.
"Yes, Mother," Narad said, steering the conversation with a master's touch. "This is Angat. And you will find his case... extremely unusual."
Maa Saraswati's eyebrows lifted in genuine interest, a spark of cosmic curiosity igniting in her eyes. "Oh? 'Unusual' even by your accounts, Narad? Then it must be truly interesting indeed."
Though her gaze seemed to see through to the very core of Angat's being, she turned her attention to Narad, understanding that a full account was needed. Narad leaned forward, his voice a soft, reverent undertone.
"Mother, a few hours ago, there was a major karmic buffer overflow incident. I was tasked to record the unusual activity in the Kalchakra OS, as it was linked to the Maha Kaliyug. While transversing the Earth realm, I received a warning of an unusual glitch. As I investigated... I found him. Angat. A normal soul, living his life, was being glitched and erased from existence. A mere wisp of his soul and consciousness lingered. Had I not found him... he would have been erased from karma itself."
"Ohhh... Interesting indeed, Narad," Maa Saraswati murmured, her eyes wide with intellectual and maternal fascination.
"Then, I felt a feeling in my heart," Narad continued, his voice deepening with conviction. "It must be my Narayana's plan - a divine intention, Mother. Narayan Narayan... Therefore, I took him to Yamalok for a soul-pass. And let me tell you, Mother, Indra Dev received a fierce lashing from Mr. Yam for his negligence."
"Ohhh! Send me the clip! I'm sure it will be very popular at the next Sunday Devi party," Maa Saraswati replied, her eyes twinkling with delight.
Narad chuckled. "After that, we came to Brahmalok. Lord Father decided that Angat should be enrolled as an Agent of Karma. We have given him his System OS 2.1, and I am his mentor." Narad's expression then turned earnest. "But Mother, due to the glitch, Angat's karma is erased. To grow a new divine body, we need karma as a source code. We have nothing to anchor him. This is why I have come to you. I ask for a favor anything you can grant that can be used for Angat."
Maa Saraswati looked from Narad's pleading face to Angat's lost, hopeful one. Her expression was one of serene contemplation. "Vatsa," she said to Angat, her tone gentle and motherly. "Your circumstances are truly unexpected, truly divine. Even I, as the Goddess of Knowledge, cannot fully understand Narayan's plan. But if Narad feels this is a divine intention, then we must trust it."
She then turned her gaze back to Narad, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Narad, trust in your instincts. Perhaps it really is divine intention. You see, after that karmic buffer overflow incident, I felt an inspiration to soothe the universal frequencies and untangle the chaos. During the concert, as I played, a single note... refused to fade."
She gestured with a graceful hand. From the strings of her veena, a shimmering, tangible field of energy coalesced. It was a single, sustained note given form, a beautiful, double-helical structure that spiraled like a DNA strand made of pure, resonant light. It pulsed with a soft, cohesive power.
"It is the Nada-Bandhan the 'Sonic Binding' ," she explained. "I was thinking of submitting it to Lord Brahma for study, but I see now... it has found a better purpose. This is the divine adhesive, the primordial source code. It will hold Angat's soul and the essence of his new body in perfect, resonant alignment. It will be the catalyst that ensures his soul and form fuse seamlessly, without error or rejection."
She offered the shimmering spiral of sacred sound to Narad. "Use it well, my son. For your student."
In that moment, surrounded by the silent music of creation, Angat felt a hope so profound it brought tears to his eyes. He was not an error to be corrected, but a note in a new, divine symphony, about to begin.
"The Nada-Bandhan will be the soul's anchor," Maa Saraswati continued, her voice pulling them from their reverie, "the divine blueprint that will hold his consciousness intact. But a blueprint requires physical material to manifest. For that, I suggest you go to Kailash."
She smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. "It is no coincidence that Riddhi and Siddhi were here today. They came to the Tech Department concerning a network upgrade for Kailash. I will see that the task is assigned to you both. This will be your pretext for the journey."
" Ahh.. mother but lord father also asked us to meet lord shiv to ask about angat unique circumstances ."
Oh... Such a coincidence... Very well then...
Her gaze grew deeper, infused with maternal wisdom. "There, you must seek Sister Parvati after your meeting with lord shiv. She holds the Prana Urjathe primordial life energy ...needed to animate a new form. The binding you hold is powerful; it requires an equally potent spark to truly stabilize a new body. Just as she breathed life into Lord Ganesha, so too can she provide the vital force for your Angat."
Narad's eyes widened in understanding and gratitude. The path was now clear, a divine itinerary set by the Mother of Knowledge herself. He bowed deeply, the Nada-Bandhan cradled reverently in his hands.
"Thank you, Mother," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "We will not fail."
"Go now ,be happy " Maa Saraswati said, her form already beginning to fade back into her contemplative work, the scrolls circling closer. "And Narad... don't forget to send me that clip."
With a final, shared look of awe and determination, Narad and Angat turned, stepping from the realm of silent potential back into the cosmos, their next destination shining in their minds like a snow-crowned beacon: the celestial abode of Kailash.