Mahamariyat 1- The two lamps

Sehdev was almost there. After crossing out his calculations and diagrams more times than he’d care to admit, it seemed this time he was finally going to get it right. Oh yes, here it was, Jupiter in the sixth house—

“What the fuck?!” Nakul’s sudden exclamation made him jump almost ten feet into the air. His focus was broken, and now he’d have to this alignment all over again. Damn his idiot brother to Paatala.

He turned around to yell some obscenities at him but had barely opened his mouth when Nakul started his little rant, his angry chiselled face lit by his phone’s blue light.

“Again? Arjun gets more likes again? Look at all these thirsty people in the comments. ‘Ooh, all that blood and sweat only makes you hotter. I’d take a blow from the Brahmastra just to—‘ “ Nakul was reciting in a mockingly shrill voice before he stopped, apparently disgusted by whatever came next.

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दीपक की आत्मकथा (Autobiography of an oil lamp)

मैं धरती- पूत, अग्नि-पूत

अग्नि का ही निवास हूँ,

मुझे अम्बर से क्या?

अपने छोटे- से संसार का

उजाला बनकर संतुष्ट हूँ मैं ।

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