Myth of a Mystic
Myth of a mystic Chapter one Aditi, the girl of 25 years, sat on berth in the AC compartment of the train, ready to get down on the station, mind yearning to see Aaditya, the heart and soul, who stood impatiently on the platform. Two years passed without meeting each other, the two birds who met in the campus of a medical college, both studying for post graduation of Psychology, one very anxious to know and the other discovering it. Mind is an unanswered question to many of them. Here she has arrived to find the source of Indian mythology as a research fellow in the Kalibagh University of Kolkatta, the city where refinement has not made any change in the life style. Bells and calls by porters and coffee boys were heard. She took all her luggage, a small hand bag, a laptop, a stroley leather bag and some magazines. The train gradually came to a full stop. Coromandel Express has finally reached the Howarh Station, allowing them to perceive their love. Aaditya helped her to get down. Tiring was the journey form the city of Chennai, the south of India, to here, The West Bengal. She held his hands to step down to the platform. The half shoe added to her beauty. She as a representative of the modern generation stood watching all around. Kolkata, the city where Swami Vivekananda’s sound was heard as an uproar, the sweetness of Rabindranath Tagore’s poetry was born, the creativity of Satyajit Ray gave a new face to cinematic concepts, it is here Aditi have reached to meditate on mantras, absorb the fragrance of arts and to substantiate her knowledge of the silver screen, the Cinema.
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