Swallowing the Shrouding the Sky

My name is Shiva, and I lead a pretty ordinary life. Like any other day, I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring beside my bed. I groggily reach over and hit the snooze button, desperately clinging to a few more minutes of precious sleep. But reality eventually sets in, and I reluctantly drag myself out of bed.

With heavy eyes, I stumble into the bathroom to freshen up. I splash cold water on my face, hoping it will jolt me awake. I quickly brush my teeth, trying not to think too much about the day ahead.

After my haphazard morning routine, I head downstairs to the kitchen. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, welcoming me with its warm embrace. I pour myself a cup, savoring the rich flavor as it helps me shake off the remnants of sleep.

Breakfast is a simple affair. I grab a bowl of cereal and devour it while scrolling through my phone, catching up on the latest news or checking social media updates. It's become a morning ritual of sorts, keeping up with the world while I prepare myself for the day.

In the evenings, Shiva would cozy up on his bed, clutching a book in his hands. As he flipped through the pages, he would lose himself in the characters' lives, their trials, and triumphs. Each word transported him to another realm, far away from the ordinary realities of his own life.

Weekends were a special treat for Shiva. He would visit his favorite bookstore, where the scent of new books beckoned him inside. He would spend hours exploring the shelves, eagerly scanning for the latest releases or hidden gems. The bookstore owner had become accustomed to seeing Shiva's enthusiastic face light up at the sight of a new novel.

Shiva's friends and family knew him as the go-to person for book recommendations. He would enthusiastically share his thoughts on different novels, discussing intricate plot twists and character development. His passion for reading was infectious, often inspiring others to pick up a book and dive into their own literary journeys.

Occasionally, Shiva would join online book clubs, where he could connect with fellow novel enthusiasts from around the world. They would engage in lively discussions, debating the merits of different narratives and exchanging recommendations. These interactions fueled Shiva's love for novels even further, broadening his literary horizons.

With breakfast finished, I rush to grab my backpack and make sure I have everything I need for the day ahead. Books, notebooks, pens - check. I double-check to ensure I haven't forgotten anything crucial.

Leaving the house, I step into the familiar routine of school. The walk or bus ride is filled with a mix of anticipation and a hint of dread. Will today be like any other day, or will something unexpected happen?

Arriving at school, I join the bustling hallways filled with students rushing to their classes. The day unfolds in a blur of lessons, assignments, and interactions with friends. Some classes are interesting, while others require extra effort to stay focused.

Lunchtime brings a welcome break from the academic grind. I gather with friends, sharing laughs and stories over sandwiches and snacks. It's a chance to unwind and momentarily forget about the pressures of school.

Afternoon classes continue, and the day gradually winds down. The final bell rings, signaling the end of another school day. With a mix of relief and exhaustion, I gather my belongings and make my way home.

Suddenly one day at night,

As I drift off into sleep, my mind begins to wander, and I find myself in a dreamlike state. Everything around me is hazy and surreal. But suddenly, out of nowhere, a brilliant golden light pierces through the darkness, enveloping me in its warm glow.

I feel a surge of energy coursing through my body as the light radiates with an otherworldly intensity. It's as if every cell in my being is electrified with an unknown power. I am both mesmerized and slightly afraid, unsure of what this ethereal light signifies.

As the golden light intensifies, it starts to take on a tangible form. I see the silhouette of a figure emerging from within the radiance. It gradually becomes clearer, and to my astonishment, I realize that it's an ancient and wise-looking being, adorned in majestic robes and a gentle smile on their face.

The being extends a hand towards me, beckoning me to come closer. Intrigued and filled with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, I cautiously step forward, drawn to the irresistible aura of the golden light.

As I reach out and touch the being's hand, a surge of warmth and tranquility washes over me. I feel a profound sense of connection, as if I am being embraced by the universe itself. Words form in my mind, a soft and comforting voice that seems to echo within my very soul.

"You are chosen, Shiva," the voice whispers. "You possess a special gift within you, waiting to be awakened. Embrace it, and let it guide you on your path."

I am overcome with a profound sense of purpose and determination. I am filled with an unwavering belief that this golden light has bestowed upon me a destiny beyond the ordinary life I have known.

And then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the golden light starts to fade away. The being slowly retreats back into the brilliance from which it emerged. As it recedes, I am left standing there, the echoes of the voice lingering in my mind.

I awaken with a start, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. Was it all just a dream? Or was there something more to this encounter? Only time will reveal the truth, but one thing is certain: the golden light has left an indelible mark on my soul, igniting a newfound sense of purpose and an unwavering determination to discover the extraordinary path that awaits me.