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Characters:
i.Indra, king of heaven
ii. Mother of Indra
iii. All kantipurians.
iv. Tantrik
Scene I- Heaven
Time- Unknown due to space-time relativity problems.
Something troubles Indra, the great lord. Grown with lavishness and enough riches, he still seems down at all the mighty glory around him.
'I want what i want when i want it.' growled Indra at the heavenly archeangels.
Indra, all dressed up with those heavy neat robes embedded with several valuables eyed sternfuly to his immaculate garden.
'NOTHING!...ALWAYS THE SAME!' The fire of his proliferating agitation destroyed the whole garden of heaven.
'Sire...' chuckled one of the fairies '...Mother is coming.'
Now Indra was under his senses. It was the day her mother would keep fasting. The whole of the heavens garden had been destroyed.


'What have you done you fool!...'
Her mother had already entered the chamber that opened to the garden. '...with great power comes great responsibility, its not okay to blast off something you shun, son...you are a god.'
Indra all blinded by his pride ignored her mother.
 'Now where shall i find any flowers to start my program.' Indra frowned at her mother that she should contact the god at bureau of flower making.
'I just did' She sadly exclaimed 'Heaven is out of any good flowers.' Indra now had realized his mistake. The fast would be meaningless, worshipping the gods without any flowers.
'flowers are crucial.' Indra murmured. Now staggering Indra was desperate to find any flowers on the heavenly land. But Indra was lost in despair, trying to find the best for her mother. Indra finally called his master for help.


'where shall i seek any flowers?'
'scrutinize the land of deaths.'
 'the land of deaths??... Land of Mortals you say?, the Earth!!!'
 'yes the earth, travel through the skies until your vision hits the most fertile of all the lands.'
After that Indra hit the road, without any notice or farewell from heaven. The master smiled with a grim look as indra marched his way down the earth. 'sucker...' the master whispered.


Scene II : Earth
Time : around 1200B.S.

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Earth is not less exquisite at the time, just impeccable like heaven. The people gathered less sins, ignorant with the ways of life. The eastern hemisphere held even less infrastructure, where people highly believed in pantheism. The whole plateau practised a huge deal of agriculture. As indra descended to earth, he observed a great deal of renaissance and industrialism at the west.
'industries ruins my flower...'
So he swayed further down the east till he eyed the valley.
'the valley that once was a pond...what could be more arable...'
Indra escalated much faster now, down the valley of Kantipura. But it was too hard to find any flowers, as all practised to culture crops. The only flowers they would nurse would solely be for the occasions to worship god, in a very small scale, delimited within those tiny muddy vase. As Indra searched and searched within the greenary of Maru tol, he observed something colourful from the midst of the skies. 'Alas! A beauty...' Now Indra was ready to do his work. He changed his apparition into a humane form, very much of a less profile. The rare garden was pretty much eluding that even attracted Indra. He did not even suspected the strange appearance of the shimmering garden at the middle of the valley. As he walked down the perimeter of the garden, he got mesmerized by the mighty beauty the garden held, the fragrance was what he had never encountered before.
'beautiful...' cried Indra.
He noticed several variety of flowers. Chrysanthemum, Parijaat, Hibiscus, Jashmine....mostly parijaat of all possible colours. Now Indra had entered the garden that was heavily barred. He began to pluck down every possible flowers his hands met. An old man was staring from a distance to his garden. He noticed that someone had successfully entered his holy garden and was now picking up the flowers without his permission. Everyone in the village knew the old man. He was an infamous tantrik. And everyone would only take the flowers after he granted the permission. Moreover the bars were enchanted so that no ordinary being could cross the fences. So he guessed the man to be something foreign. Furiously the tantrik took his bamboo stick and scampered his way towards Indra.
'Stop it...Stop it...you ghoul...' the tantrik jumped upon the mishap Indra had created.
'Who on earth are you to tell me stop ...' Indra positioned himself calmly. 'You seem to be new here, arent you?'
'Maybe.' SNAP! Indra again plucked down another flower. The tantrik was now insanely furious.


'This is my garden so stop taking out my flowers...' Indra ignored and the old man now had enough of his foolishness. The old man took out tiny strings from his clothes and threw out towards Indra. The enchanted strings were all over Indra. Indra was now paralyzed but conscious.
'What is this, what have you done to me..' Indra tried to budge with the greatest effort but could not. The tantrik now bound his whole body with strings so he could not move.
'Its show time' said the tantrik.
Scene III- Heaven
Time: some time after scene 2
'Something's wrong..' The Mother sensed something bad


'Yes, I heard about the flowers.' replied the master.


'No not that, something has gone wrong.'


'Well what could be wrong more than this mother?'


'I think its Indra, where is he?'


'Lord Indra...I sent him to earth to collect some flowers for you.'


'..and he went alone?'


'ye...yes mother.'


'prepare for my visit, i m going to get back my son.'
Scene IV: Earth
Indra was restless but belligerently struggling to be untied. The old man had gone away somewhere, leaving him all alone upon the unkempt swampy floor. He was terrified by the certain magic that was so strong. Every bad deed would be punished, and the same goes for god. He could hear the desperate cries of his dear white elephant 'Airawat' searching for his beloved master. Indra feared of getting killed as he noticed a whole mob of town people rallying their way towards him.
'Who do we have caught...from the old man's place...i know the old man was ill...and it must be some poor chap...' inquired the lady from the Shakya clan, the highly respected people at the time and still today in the Newar community. The tantrik listened every words sincerely and tried to explain that he had not done wrong and the man captive was out of line.
'my apology lady mother, but his mistake must be exposed...he must acknowledge his pride... by being broken.'
One woman bellowed her heart out claiming her son had not come home from this morning.
'Is it... Is it my son... He went to play at the fountain...please forgive my son, dont make a big fuss about it...'


'Mother!... I am right here.' a child beckoned from behind.
Everybody laughed.


'well that settles...' and paced the tantrik along with the mob towards his garden.


'Thou la jatra nyai thhe chon!' 'Seems today's gonna put a big show.'
chuckled everybody.
Now the whole crowd gathered Indra.
'Any body's child?...nobody's?...this thief!...'howled the old man '...should learn a lesson about stealing...to pay respect...'
Indra lied effortlessly pushing the mud off his face.
'people... make this man suffer... Let him stand... And tie him by this tree...'
'who are you...and where are you from...'asked the old man.
Indra answered nothing.


'how do you feel now huh?' smiled the tantrik.


'humiliated...now would you let me go...'


'...not until you tell us who you are.'


'i am not from here...'


'Aha!...seems to me like a spy, is it?'


'No...' cried Indra.


'dont lie to us, havent you had enough!'
***
Devi Basundhara, mother of Indra, rode by her chariot towards the earth
'an extremely small city...city made of a single tree...and it would be the last place my son would visit...'
Basundhara was all radiating beams of light. She was now upon the road... searching.


'nobody...' she whispered upon the quiscent streets. Out of nowhere the desperate woes of
Airawat, the elephant began.


'Airawat...' Basundhara called out .


The white elephant was similarly unconscious at the small crossroad of kilagal. Basundhara untangled the heavy magic bestowed upon the heavenly elephant. Now the giant hairless elephant was free.


'find your master...'ordered the mother.


With the highest bellow, the elephant screeched the road towards Maru, where all took place.
'We even found what!...an elephant you say?' jumped the tantrik
'Is it yours stranger?...how does it look like?'
'it looks like a war asset...' beckoned another tantrik.
'so it is clear, seems like you're a spy after all...'
Indra spoke no word.
'Call out for the great king...his highness must know this...'
'but it makes no sense...a spy would be more cautious...' a girl spoke 'what would he do in the middle of the garden, collecting flowers at broad daylight...'


'you shut up foolish girl!!...' exclaimed the tantrik '...he's not one of us nor does he speaks anything...this results only execution...' '...prepare him for the visit to the palace...' Everyone agreed.
This was what Indra mostly feared. 'FOOLS!...' Indra screamed. Now the crowd was even more agitated.
'Stop it!' Everyone paused.


The late evening that was dimmed before seemed reilluminated. The heavy magnificient spectrum hit all of them blind. No body budged a stance, everyone staring with their hands united.
'...its goddess basundhara all by herself' uttered the tantrik.
'i have come to take back my son...the one you have captured...He's Lord Indra...'


Everyone now feared how they had mistreated the god. The tantrik remained emotionless, without any empathy and fear.


'you tantrik are pure of heart, and lives a life full of endeavor, as a farmer, helping others...as my son plucked the flowers for me, it was uprooting the children you had nursed... And now the same pain i feel seeing my child suffer.'


The tantrik disassembled the ropes of Indra setting him free. Indra now liberated flew to the sky and uttered with happiness


'i have learned my lesson and will grant all... plentiful of rain...so that it will wash off my mistakes, restoring new flowers on your garden, on all of your garden, restoring life...'
And then they left for heaven. Every people still clutching their fingers stared the empty sky that gradually darkened by the migrating clouds. The first drop of water touched the old man's lip. He touched his dry lips and addressed all of them to go inside.
'it is going to rain big.' laughed the old man with jeer and joy.


Now it was raining. It was the farmer's rain. Just suitable to grow crops. The rain favored the whole kingdom to grow the golden crops. And that became a tradition to revive the fable again and again to get a good deal of rain and prosperity.



THE END.

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