Being born and brought up in the kashmiri home, I somehow always took it for granted that Shiv was mine.
I mean I didn’t think or needed to be in shiv temple or have shivling at home.
It was simply mine. Like, I would wake up with Om namah shivay, talk to him and then as I grew up Shakti joined him. So much so I had no clue how to distinguish between the Shiv and the living.
There was no face when I connected with him or no ritual I followed to worship him. I actually knew Nothing.
In all that nothings, he was with me and then they were with me.
I rarely play music in my car yet constantly recite Shiv,Shiv,shiv,shiv and drive on.
Whenever in life,I paused,he would just pull me further, when I stopped, he made me cross over.
Interestingly, he leads me,accompanies me. We make conversations and sometimes argue too, still we never ever stop talking. We are in constant touch.
It happened again on a full moon night while driving back to home from Gurgaon.
I must admit, I somehow do not enjoy driving at night or I confess I am scared.
As the trucks were overtaking and it was getting heavy on me, suddenly Shiv took the lead and came right in front of me.
Wow! It was so overwhelming that kids jumped in disbelief, and I bowed down in surrender.
Yes, Shiv leads me
Yes, Shiv saves me
Yes, Shiv is everything in nothing.
Yes, Shiv is in me and I am in Shiv.
