Episode pilot:Born in Silence
(Name of the protagonist: Varun)
Darkness.
Silence, endless, cold.
But I am not afraid.
I’ve walked through this before.
Then suddenly — pain.
Light.
Screaming.
The smell of steel and antiseptic.
A woman's voice.
A man's voice.
A crying nurse.
A blinking monitor.
And me... opening my eyes.
“Doctor! He’s not crying!”
“He’s... he's staring—straight at us.”
A baby shouldn’t be this calm.
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A newborn shouldn’t have this gaze.
But I wasn’t new.
I was Varun, once a wandering sadhu of the old world — a disciple of truth, silence, and fire.
I remembered the hymns of the Vedas, the chanting under the stars, and the moment I died.
Burned to ash while shielding children from an asura’s fury.
I gave my life in Treta Yuga.
So why was I reborn here?
The world around me was strange.
Machines beeped. Nurses tapped on glowing rectangles.
No incense. No mantras.
Just the dull, humming noise of electricity.
I wanted to speak.
Instead, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.
They named me Varun — after the god of the cosmic waters.
I didn’t correct them.
It was fitting.
As I grew, the memories remained.
So did the sadness.
At two years old, I meditated under my crib.
At five, I felt the prana flowing in my palms.
At seven, I chanted Rigvedic verses in perfect meter while other children watched cartoons.
And all the while… people stared.
They said I was too quiet.
Too beautiful.
Too strange.
My face became my curse.
People bent to it, envied it, desired it.
But no one could see what lay beneath:
A monk. A warrior. A man who had once left all this behind.
Now, I’m fifteen.
I live in Kalyani with my mother and father.
I avoid crowds.
I’m a class 10 student, studying hard, and teach Sanskrit online for pocket money, all while living in a quiet house.
But last night… I saw him.
Not in a dream. Not in memory.
But across the street.
A man with red eyes and burnt skin, watching me from the shadows.
I whispered the name without meaning to.
“Vrindhakasura…”
The asura I once died fighting.
He has returned.
And so have I.
[To be continued…]