As I grew older, I realized the peculiarities of this world.
When I was about 10 or so—I guessed I was 10—
I knew I was an adult in a child's body, but I couldn't do anything but be in the emotional state of a child.
Because most emotions are caused by hormones, and since I have a child's body, my emotional state is like a child's.
I play, laugh, and cry just like a child.
I enjoy games, and I have started to learn that a child's imagination is many times that of an adult.
They can imagine soldiers in rocks;
they can imagine a whole war.
So, a child's imagination is limitless, and I have started to feel that imagination.And I have learned many things from hearing adults' conversations in secret and children's gossip.
No matter how off it may be from the truth, this is a world of knowledge, so there has to be a basis for every piece of information; that's why I have collected as much as I can.
There is no such thing as a school in this world, and I have heard the adults say that
too much knowledge is forbidden.
I don't know what to make of it.
Too much knowledge is forbidden in a world of knowledge.
As I have said, knowledge is forbidden, so parents have to teach their children everything, and my father told me that he will teach me magic in a few days.
And since we are on the topic of magic,
the magic of this world is really odd.
Everyone in this world can use magic, and there is no such thing as mana in this world.
But there are incantations in this world.
But even then, they are not like the flashy magic I have read about in books.
It's the most fundamental magic,
like lighting wood on fire.
They first gather wood and then light it on fire using an incantation.
They are strictly prohibited from teaching this incantation until they think we are ready enough.
But my father, Ra, said that he will teach me in a few days, so I can't wait for that time.Currently, I know much about the world's geography.
This is a village located in the county of Suvarna.
This county is divided into three parts:
the rice fields bordering the great river,
"Jivana";
the woodlands bordering the evergreen forest,
"Amarvan";
and finally, the wheat fields bordering the other two counties,
"Gahana" and "Raktadhuli."
Our county, Suvarna, is called that because of the golden glow of wheat we can see all year round in our county.
Our county is the main crop producer of the state of "Urvara."
And this Urvara is a state of the kingdom
"Agnivardha."
There are two main kingdoms in this world:
"Agnivardha" and "Chandraketu."
The great river divides the two kingdoms, and both of the kingdoms are surrounded by the evergreen forest.
I obtained this precious information after searching through the village chief's house.And throughout the years, I have started to fall in love with this life.
No modern problems,
no hidden currents of society,
no expectations—
just farming.
Eat well and sleep well.
To some, this is a dream life.
But to me, it feels like something is missing,
just as I had felt in my original life.
But the feeling here is almost nonexistent,
like it isn't even there.
And because there is nothing to do except play, eat, and sleep,
I have started to ponder on my philosophical side.
And as such, I have started to understand the love of a father.
The love of a father is no less than the love of a mother, except they are given in different ways.
The love of a mother is gentle, caring, and soft, just like that of a cloud,
while the father's love is harsh and full of lessons.
Just like when you work out, you feel pretty harsh during the workout, right? But after the workout, you become stronger than you were before the workout.
That's the same as the love of a father.
He may be harsh to you, but he is showing you how to survive in this cruel world.
Even if the father teaches you through pain, it is he who feels more pain seeing you hurt.
But to survive the harsh realities of this world, you have to learn how to get through that pain; that's why he puts you through all this.
Both the love of a father and a mother is just like life,Eat well and sleep well.
To some, this is a dream life.
But to me, it feels like something is missing,
just as I had felt in my original life.
But the feeling here is almost nonexistent,
like it isn't even there.
And because there is nothing to do except play, eat, and sleep,
I have started to ponder on my philosophical side.
And as such, I have started to understand the love of a father.
The love of a father is no less than the love of a mother, except they are given in different ways.
The love of a mother is gentle, caring, and soft, just like that of a cloud,
while the father's love is harsh and full of lessons.
Just like when you work out, you feel pretty harsh during the workout, right? But after the workout, you become stronger than you were before the workout.
That's the same as the love of a father.
He may be harsh to you, but he is showing you how to survive in this cruel world.
Even if the father teaches you through pain, it is he who feels more pain seeing you hurt.
But to survive the harsh realities of this world, you have to learn how to get through that pain; that's why he puts you through all this.
Both the love of a father and a mother is just like life,
because in life, there are ups and downs.
But every situation, whether it be good or bad, teaches you life lessons.
So you should take these life lessons as you would the teachings of your parents.
The good times are the teachings of the mother,
while the harsh times are the teachings of your father.
But it is your choice how you choose to view them.
The only thing that matters is your attitude towards them.
Take some person, for example, who has gone through harsh times.
Take it as your father teaching you how to ride a bicycle: if you fall, he says to get up,
not cry, because no one will be there for you in this world forever.
So you get up and try to ride the bike again, and now you successfully ride it.
Life is like this:
there may be failures in it, but that doesn't mean you stop trying.
Take the failures as teaching.
So, a person who is in harsh times—
should he cry all the time about it,
or carry the burden of that pain with him throughout life?
Here's what I think he should do:
every pain is a lesson, so I am not telling you to take it as a burden;
I am telling you to take it as a lesson.
For without pain, life is not full.
For good and bad times coexist to make life what it is.
"So, son, let me teach you how to use magic now.
Imagine these logs as already on fire,"
said Ra."Yes, Father, I have imagined it,"
said Satya."Now say the spell cast:
'Kasthagni,'"
Ra tasked."'Kasthagni,'" Satya said while imagining the fire.....
Nothing happened."Why didn't it work?"
asked Satya."To bend reality and perform magic,
you have to cast your imagination to the spell with all of your willpower to resist reality,"
Ra said."Father, can you demonstrate it for me?"
Satya asked."Sure.....
'Kasthagni,'"
Ra said.
Suddenly, a small fire started on the wood.
But it was small and livid, like it was not real.
It seemed like it was being extinguished and erased from existence by something;
it was like reality was resisting it.
The fire was very unstable.
It only stabilized after the actual wood had caught fire; after that, Ra fell down on the ground in exhaustion."Father!"
Satya screamed and went to check on his father."Son, this was caused by me to let you see that even magic has its limits.
These were wet wood logs in the middle of snow;
that's why the fire required me to use all of my willpower to create.
If these were dry woods in a warm and dry place,
it would require a sliver of effort from me then,"
Ra explained."Now go and practice it daily until you get the hang of it,"
Ra tasked Satya.On this eventful snowy field,
my emotions were surging like waves.
So I put them into words and said a poem unconsciously:
"The silver wind flows through the world,
leaving behind the trail of a white waterfall.
My whole presence shakes,
just being in the presence of such boundlessness."