Night Mare is Over

Author(s): Gunratnasuri, Mokshratnavijay
Publisher: Adhyatma Shikshan Kendra

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tently is running on the lines which fate has intended him to run on, leading his beloved ones, not as he thinks to happiness, but to where fate destines them.
King Mahendra was looking out of the window towards the far off horizon. His face showed that he was enjoying the beauty before him. Why shouldn't he ? He had no cause for anxiety. He had a beautiful and devoted Queen HridaySundari. The towering buildings, wide roads, parks and gardens spoke of the carefree life and wealth of his city. He was the king of Mahendra Nagar situated on the stretching lines of the towering Danti Mountains whose foot hill was bathed and washed by the dancing waves and charming foam of the sea.
Restless and frustrated, King Mahendra wrestled with a sense of guilt. "Being a father of a girl worth marriage one has to worry.' he would say", and here I am minding my own business, free as a lotus in a pond." "Here she is blooming like a blossom in the garden and I am sitting here idly, not giving her a single thought."
Engrossed in deep thoughts, king Mahendra summoned the ministers. They entered the palace, saw the dejected face and were seated themselves.
He placed before them his mental dilemna. "Where would I find a suitable match for my beloved daughter, Princess Anjana ?"
Finding a match, a suitable match was not a task as easy as it would seem. Not a pill or tablet that could be swallowed with a single glass of water. It mattered a life and death...... happiness and unhappiness of a Princess. Every stone should be turned and turned. Every match should be weighed again and again.
One, who was political minded and political at every heart beat said politicizingly" Let us marry her to Ravana, a Sovereign" And he lectured how profitable it would be to be
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