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Nasadiya: The Creation Hymn of Rig Veda by Wendy Dongier O’Flaherty

There was neither non-existence nor existence then.

There was neither the realm of space nor the sky which is beyond.

What stirred?

Where?

In whose protection?

Was there water, bottlemlessly deep?

There was neither death nor immortality then.

There was no distinguishing sign of night nor of day.

That One breathed, windless, by its own impulse.

Other than that there was nothing beyond.

Darkness was hidden by darkness in the beginning,

with no distinguishing sign, all this was water.

The life force that was covered with emptiness,

that One arose through the power of heat.

Desire came upon that One in the beginning,

that was the first seed of mind.

Poets seeking in their heart with wisdom

found the bond of existence and non-existence.

Their cord was extended across.

Was there below?

Was there above?

There were seed-placers, there were powers.

There was impulse beneath, there was giving forth above.

Who really knows?

Who will here proclaim it?

Whence was it produced?

Whence is this creation?

The gods came afterwards, with the creation of this universe.

Who then knows whence it has arisen?

Whence this creation has arisen

– perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps it did not –

the One who looks down on it,

in the highest heaven, only He knows

or perhaps even He does not know.

Translation by Wendy Doniger O’Flaherty. From the Book “The Rig Veda – Anthology”

Ruhani felt empty. Actually she couldn’t feel anything. Things going on around her and stuff. She was completely tired of her life. Her life held no meaning for her.

Ruhani had already distanced herself from her family and friends. And she didn’t know why. What was the problem? She wasn’t having any problems in her life. Or maybe she couldn’t identify one.

“You should try talking to a counselor. You’ll feel better”, a senior had advised Ruhani. She didn’t think about it until it had become completely unbearable.

Either Ruhani couldn’t explain her problems to the counselor, or she didn’t understand the steps her counselor had advised her to follow. But she set off on a different path. Instead of stopping her visits, she started narrating stories to the counselor- that she was following the methods. She started living in another world.

Did Ruhani require some serious counselling sessions???