Tantra II (Call of the Master)

Year 1329 ‘Kaallipik’ calendar

At first Taarka could not grasp what it was that brought her out of her doze. Nothing seemed to offending the aura around her hut and yet… things, somehow, were not as they should have been. When the cobwebs of sleep finally cleared she realized that it was the birds. Usually at this time so near dusk rude squawking of peacocks would intermittently rent through the incessant tweeting of the sparrows and the mynas and the passing flocks of parrots would add there own chorus to the cacophony. With the absence of the sounds of the birds an ominous silence seemed to have enveloped the jungle today.

Yet, she was not alarmed rather she felt a sense of absolute clam. She felt herself in a holy presence, one that showered her with love and affection. One that somehow felt familiar...