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Archetype → Ruler
Rasa → Adbhutam (अद्भुतं): Wonder, amazement. Presiding deity: Brahma. Colour: yellow +
Śṛṅgāraḥ (शृङ्गारः): Romance, Love, attractiveness. Presiding deity: Vishnu. Colour: light green
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If you’ve ever doubted the sun, you need to wake up in the night when the stars are still alive.
You need to walk out into the dark; naked, alone, cold.
You need to see Venus and Mars aligned in the sky; love and war brewing.
You need to shiver and feel the gravity of it all.
You need to wait.
You need to wait alone.
You need to wait with no reward.
You need to let the ocean soak your feet and steal the last bit of your warmth.
You need to weep, if you must.
You need to hold the fort if you must.
You need to wait again.
You need to move beyond shame—and stand like a soldier.
Then you’ll see.
You’ll see that the night is not really a black steel face, but a blue watercolour painting.
Then you’ll see that glow in the sky.
And even before it comes, you’ll know that nothing else will be left after it comes. That it was always going to be this way.
That the beauty of Venus and the might of Mars will all get burnt away.
—with the shadows, the cold, the night and the storm in your mind.
Everything will burn.
You will burn.
You need to burn.
So, burn.
Burn.
Burn.
You need to remember your mother and burn.
You need to pray you have a drop of merciful wetness left and burn.
You need to let the sun seep into every crevice and every secret you hold and burn.
You need to lay down, pinned to the ground by the light, and burn.
You need to sweat your questions out through the pores and burn.
You need to stare blindly into its face and burn.
Until it all fades away.
And you’re probably dead anyway.
Is there a pain in burning, if you allow it?
Do you really need to know anything, at all?
Now that everything that there is,
is standing around looking at you—while you lay spreadeagled in the light
and all of you are known—let them probe.
Then, you return.
And, in a strange turn of events,
the light will turn to liquid awakening in your eyes.
The sun will bow, and hand a whole day to you with a smile.
Just like that.
Then you realize that you’ve been reborn
in the empire of the sun.
There.
Now, you’ll never doubt the sun again.
The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.