The Hill and the Deity #1
There once stood a wise old Hill amid a paddy field surrounded by a village. The Hill hosted a Deity that echoed with such pious powers and knowledge. The Deity and Hill often looked over the village and exchanged dialogues of knowledge yond the comprehension of mankind. The Hill observed the hundreds of the pilgrims that took the path of hardship to pour their heart out to the Deity and wail over their lost souls. They seek faith and hope, love and care and cure for pain. The wise old Hill looked over the pilgrims as it held everyone in its palm as they walked up to the Deity. Not all pilgrims climbed up the tattered path to the Deity. It required conviction and astute conviction in search of hope sprinkled with faith. The time had come for the pilgrims to till the soil, water the dry lands, and sow the seeds of life. The pilgrims soiled under the burning sun displacing every grain of sand to make space for the seeds of life. The land was broken and tattered. Water gushed throug...