Expert - Mindfulness

Chapter One

Bijagupta, holding the overflowing cup of liquor in Cittaralekha's mouth, asked, "Cittralekha... do you know what the happiness of life is?"

Intoxication was visible in the unopened eyes of Cittaralekha. Joy reigned over his fair cheeks. Beauty was resplendent in the flourishing of youth. In the net of embrace, lust was laughing. Cittaralekha took a sip of the drink. Then he smiled. For a moment his lips were in contact with Vizgupta's lips, speaking something in a language that did not come out. Then he answered slowly. "Intoxication."

At that time, the night was almost half over. Vizgupta's palace was brightly lit with the colors of countless lamps, and at the entrance a harp was playing to the tune of the night. In one of the halls was the most beautiful dancer in the city.

Together with the young prince Vizgupta, he enjoyed the joys of youth.

It is submerged in the depths. Outside, the entire world is submerged in a dense darkness.

Vizgupta laughed. "I'm thinking about what the end of youth will be, Sithira Lekha."

The mind also smiled. But his smile lasted only a moment. That smile, full of sweetness and cheerfulness, suddenly changed into a determination mixed with pain. It seemed that he had tried to find a solution to that problem. But the problem was so terrifying that he did not dare to think about it for long. His head was dizzy. Then he had to drown that miserable thought in a glass of wine for that moment. Today, unexpectedly, he heard the problem again, and he was shocked.

"Living death?"

"Living death? No, that can't be. The end of youth is an unknown abyss. What lurks in the tunnels of that unknown abyss?"

I don't know what is hidden. I have no desire to know. Both the past and the future are only things of the imagination. I have nothing to do with them. Only the present is before us. That present is..."

Vizgupta paused. He seemed to be pondering and searching for a continuation of his previous words.

"..... That present is something to be felt, something to be happy about. It is the happiness of the world. It is the essence of youth." The mind smiled and completed the sentence.

Vizgupta hugged Cittarekha and said, “You are my intoxication,” Cittarekha replied. “You are my madness.”

Cittaralekha is not a prostitute. She is a dancer. It is strange that a dancer of extraordinary beauty from the city of Pataliputta should not accept the life of a prostitute. But there is a reason for this. That reason is deeply connected to her past life.

Cittaralekha was a widow of the Brahmin caste. She became a widow at the age of eighteen. After becoming a widow, self-control became her rule. However, that state did not last long. One day, Krishnadita entered her life. Krishnadita was a virtuous and virtuous man. He was a handsome young man. He had a special fascination with beauty.

(There is a desire for a sage. Krishnadika violated and destroyed the widow Cittarekha's marriage.

The suppressed youth of the beautiful Cittaralekha flourished. Her desire for a disciple was weakened and faded amidst the worldly senses. Krishnadika remained faithful to Cittaralekha.

"We will live together for the rest of our lives. Nothing will ever separate us."

Cittaralekha trusted Krishnadika's loyalty. And then what was meant to happen happened.

Cittaralekha became pregnant. The secret love had come to light in the midst of the world. Krishnadi's father threw Krishnadi out of the house, and Chittaralekha's father threw Chittaralekha out of the house. Krishnadi, the son of the wealthy father, took the beautiful girl Cittaralekha, who was pregnant, and came out into the world like a call to the phone. Humans

Krishnadita was deeply hurt by the world's scorn and ridicule. He thought that it would be better to lose his life than to live in this bowl of saliva. He was left alone in his thoughts. A dancer took him in and looked after him.

Cittaralekha gave birth to a son. But the child left the human world soon after his birth. Cittaralekha's voice was soft and gentle. His appearance was beautiful and graceful. The dancer he had raised and watched taught Cittaralekha the art of dance and music. Then Cittaralekha also became a dancer. She again had to observe the morals of widowhood. Both Krishnadita and Krishnadita's son entered Cittaralekha's life and then left. But both of them left their marks on Cittaralekha's heart.

The people of Pataliputra prostrated themselves at the feet of Cittaralekha. But Cittaralekha maintained the honor that had come to her through her moral integrity. Influential princes, wealthy merchants, and handsome young men sought her love. None of them did. The beautiful maiden appeared before the public, and then disappeared from the public's sight like a flash of lightning. Seeing her once would instill in the heart of the one who had seen her an indelible desire to see her again.