…nothing like this...
One not so ordinary day, let's call it a Wednesday, Parvati stepped out from a morning shower, her feet softly patting the flowered mosaic intricately laid across the bath house floor. Reaching out for a towel, her hand returned empty, grasping only steam and lavender mist...again. An impish grin crept across her face and she shook her head laughing. This was beginning to become a common occurrence but for obvious reasons, leading to obvious results, she really didn't mind. Her husband, Shiva, had recently taken to sneaking through the ceramic landscape while she soaped and sang and like a pick-pocket in a street market, he would snatch that towel and scurry off down the hall, chuckling to himself all the way. Of course, he knew that she always sang in the shower and he also knew that whenever she sang, her eyes would close. It wasn’t like it was a difficult task but never the less, each time he would stealthily creep in as if getting caught would produce some dire consequence. It added to the fun of the whole thing so she never did let on that, for the most part, he was a terrible theif.
A brisk wind drifted in through the windows and she moved over to the therads of light falling through the vaulted ceiling. She thought, “I may as well warm up and dry off for a bit. No reason a little early morning fun should begin with a chill and end with me and a towel, wiping up puddles all over the house.” So with a kiss from the sun she set out through the house, channeling a wary detective, searching for her hidden Moriarty.
While Parvati was spending her extra time bathing in the sun, an impatiently hiding Shiva was getting a cramp in his leg. Being all hunched over and crouching beside the dresser like he was wasn’t exactly the ideal position to be waiting for extended periods of time in. He slowly stretched his body upwards, arms in full reach letting the pain and relief shoot through and fill his cramped joints. He reached further into the sky, lifting up onto his toes and clenched all of his muscles as if he were to explode from his skin but releasing only a long breathy, “Ohhhhh maaaaan."
Looking out the double doors and past their balcony his eyes soaked in the scenery. With the Ganges at his feet, he could see clear across the Deccan Plateau, straight to the Arabian Sea. A sea blue rivaled only by his own skin and holding the same infinite view in it's depths. He breathed deep, the moment, into his lungs and was filled with an overwhelming sense of peace that warranted further exploration. It seemed Parvati had grown tired of his game so he decided to take some time to meditate and stepped through the doors.
Still very much involved in their little “cat and mouse”, Parvati quietly stalked the house peering around corners and skidding passed doorways. She knew precisely where he was, it had been the same spot every time but again, all part of the game. As she ascended the seemingly unending marble staircase, her excitement rose with the elevation. She imagined slipping in through the bedroom door and crawling over top the dresser, maybe this time she could surprise him. Much to her disappointment, once through the door she could already tell he wasn’t in his usual hiding place. As clever as he thought he was, his knee always stuck out a bit past the dresser. “Maybe he’s smartened up and found a better spot,” she thought but scanning the sparsely decorated bedroom, there wasn’t really any other place for him to hide. They liked to keep the house the same as they lived their life, uncluttered.
She thought she might grab one thing or another from the armoire and wait for him but as she divided the room she saw him out on the balcony. He was sitting atop the patio table in the lotus position, facing out towards the ocean. Playfully she moved ever so quietly 'cross the room and posted directly behind him. She brought her hands around both sides of his head to cover his eyes and in an attempt to scare him she bellowed in the manliest voice she could muster, “HEYWHATAREYOUDOINTHERE!!!!??”
No sooner had she covered his eyes than did the whole world drown in an ominous blackness. Cries reached their ears from above and below, something wicked indeed was coming and with speed! The wind ripped down from the Himalayas uprooting all in its path and hurtling it towards oblivion. They were caught in some bizarro spin on "it's all fun and games until someone puts an eye out” and she could scarcely believe what was going on. Yet, faster than the charging disaster had threatened, a flame burst from Shiva's forehead. It flashed red, then green, across the horizon like a tropical sunset with a nuclear twist, engulfing the darkness and flooding light once more over world.
Shiva rose from the table and turned to embrace his lover, as you do after skirting certain universal destruction but her expression caught him off guard. The past few moments had been intense to say the least, yes but this look…this look she was giving, it just didn’t seem appropriate. It was more like a, “Hey, uh… you got some food there on yer face,” look.
Slightly taken aback Pervati stumbled into the room and reached for the small vanity mirror on the dresser, holding it up to Shiva’s face, which now matched her expression like a funhouse mirror. He saw what she could not stop gawking at. There, dead center in his forehead, a third eye.
Uh…yeah, I was going to copy and paste the standard story of how Shiva happened upon his third eye but…I don’t know…something else happened. Anyway, it was just a preface for a new song I wrote. Wanna hear it? Here it goes...
Visions of the Third Kind
I've been waiting for
the sun,
rise on me one day.
Melt away my soul,
burn away control,
leave me naked
in the rain.
Penance for
a life
I led astray.
Given unto me,
deafening pleas,
still I turned away
How I long
for night.
Set me free.
Blacken out my lies,
lay to waste my pride,
open my eye.
Set me free.
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