I choose a reality which teaches me the value of knowledge, where nothing is impossible with knowledge,
said Satya in an ambitious way."Oh, my dreamer, then you may experience such a magical world where knowledge is power,
where knowledge is reality,
and where knowledge is everything,"
said the Black Skies."Wait, an important question before we begin:
what happens to my family and friends when I leave?
Won't they worry for me if I am gone for so long?
Wouldn't they tire themselves out trying to find me?"
asked Satya in a worried tone."Oh, dreamer,
do you really not understand the words 'dreamer' and 'dream'?
If not,
then let me tell you.
Let's think about it for a second.
You know how humans can experience entire lives in dreams, but because dreams are fleeting, they don't remember those lives?
It will be the same as that.
Tonight, when you sleep, you will enter the world of knowledge.
But be warned, for you won't be able to leave that world until you fulfill an extreme.
And I won't communicate with you while you are alive, but we still will have a short conversation when you die.
For to experience a normal life, you shouldn't be able to talk to a deity,"
explained the Black Skies."Oh, then I don't have any more questions.
Let's begin the first dream,"
said Satya with determination."Then so be it; go home and sleep,"
said the Black Skies.Satya went into his room and lay down on the bed in an attempt to sleep.
But somehow, he didn't sleep;
instead, everything went black.
There was no sound.In the world of knowledge,
a woman was carrying some potatoes when she suddenly felt a pain in her stomach.
She was going into labor.
The woman had been anticipating this moment for months, but when it happened, it was still unpredictable.
She suddenly called out to her husband.
Her husband quickly laid her down on the bed and went to call the women of the village.
The ladies gathered in the house.
Outside the house,
the mumbling of women could be heard.
They were frantically preparing hot water.
But something about how they were preparing the water seemed different from the normal.
They mumbled something, and suddenly fire appeared in the fireplace,
and the water started boiling.
It was a magical sight,
but to the people of this world,
it was a sight that was as ordinary as it could be.In this world, everyone could use magic.
But using magic required going against reality itself, so it was tiring.
After some time, the ladies came outside and told the farmer,
"Congratulations, you have a son, Ra.
He looks just like you."The next day, the farmer and his wife were holding their son,
both of their faces filled with happiness,
as they said,
"We name you Pahal."
The farmer, Ra, and his wife, Kriti,
were overjoyed at this moment.After some years...When I was 2 or 3 years old—I don't know.
They don't have a calendar system here, so it's not possible to count age; that's why people count age by seasons.
But I still count my age as I did in my original world.
However, here I have to make many guesses.
I have still not gotten the hang of the season system here.
After some time,
I began to learn how to talk and walk again.
I finally began to realize the love hidden in parents,
for their love is the greatest.
My mother feeds me with a love so pure that I can't help but be mesmerized by it.
I had never thought that I would see another woman with the same love as I saw in my mother, but now
it's different; she is like a mother to me.
No, not like a mother—
she IS a mother to me,
thought Satya."Pahal, come here! It's time to eat," shouted my mother as I walked towards her. I am a grown-up in a child's body, but I can't do anything but be a child.
For being a child is the only time in the world where everyone is kind to me for no reason other than being myself,
thought Satya.
My mother then began to feed me some soup.
As I began to eat the soup,
slowly I realized that a mother's love is gentle.
Gentle like the slow fall of the rain;
gentle like the sweetness of honey.A mother's love can be in different shapes and forms, just like the clouds.
But like the clouds, it is gentle and soft in every form.I have begun to notice some oddities that are different from my own world.
For example, the people here use magic, and from what I have seen, everyone can use magic.
But they use it for the most fundamental things, such as lighting a fire.
However, even though they can make fire, they require a source for the fire to stabilize.And they chant some words for the spell, but I think I recognize these words from my past life.
I think it's just beginning to sound like my past life's language.
I could be hallucinating,
or I could not be.
Only the Black Skies know.I am starting to understand that my emotions are mostly influenced by my body.
Because even though I am an adult,
I still feel the emotions of a child.Now I know my parents' names are
Ra and Kriti,
thought Satya.
After some days, Ra took Satya out to see the village.The village was like what I have heard of in some books about olden times,
even though there are some oddities.
I can't point these oddities out yet because I haven't been able to observe them closely.Next, Ra took Satya to the wheat fields owned by his family.
They were neither too big nor too small.
Seeing the wheat fields,
I remembered a poem from my previous life that I had read
"The golden glow of a rich wheat field
Fill the whole house with sweet smells
The birds sing and the cricket dance
To welcome the season of harvest"