The concept of Aditya , Newly Risen Sun . 

 I call myself as Newly Risen Sun.

As I see myself as a Sun newly born burning so high for something ,specially planned for me.

I am burning from a very long time , craving, to uncover the purpose for which I am born.

Once I read at a billboard , a line written by Pandit Shri Ram Sharma Acharya:

I know, I am born for a special purpose and my first task is to find it.

I am a creative person, crave for new ideas, always busy in discovering myself.

I believe every human can do everything.

One just need to take a step.

I am able to do anything and I will.

I never stop at one thing or in one field.

I am having those magical wings that always make me fly to wherever I want .

For every opportunity, I am ready.

If it's related to the field of art , or literature , or photography, or anything , my wings start fluttering by their own giving me the sign that they are ready just say “Fly”.

But still I lack something. My all efforts go in vain, my all work worth nothing in the end. 

As I always finish without getting the imprints of my works which made me feel like, I am left with empty hands again, which were important for letting me know that I am close to my purpose.

I have made so many arts using my imagination, have written about my experiences , my dreams, my ambitions, done alot in my literature, have clicked photographs of natural beauty (showing my natural love for nature) and I am still doing all this.

But whenever I look around to see my work , I just always find those half coloured canvas , empty writing pages and alot of space still left for the photographs.

Giving me the sign that I have to do all this till my end , there isn't any other way.

And ....I can't leave it here , I have a long way to go.

No time for rest or anything. I need to walk… just walk right in the direction in which I walking from my birth, going at the same place , roaming the same routes again and again, still not able to find my purpose. My purpose is definitely not to roam the same route again and again. 

It's right in front of my eyes but I am unable to see it at this time , may be it's not the perfect time for it to be discovered/ disclosed.

I just need to have patience.

Whenever I see myself , I see a river , going fast ( sometimes slow) in the direction of its destiny . No one knows the river's starting point not even I and also about the end.

I just have to flow in that direction (it's my only duty) , till my end, by falling for/in the ocean. By meeting the ocean completely.

After joining with it , I will reach my destiny, my purpose will be over. (Mission accomplished ).

Now what is the ocean or who is the ocean? The answer will be revealed in the next chapter of my story , my life.

I am here , alone , living in my own world waiting for that day when I will enter into someone's else life,to be a part of something else.

The entropy of the burning new sun will reverse and I will be born again as " The Goddess of the night , Arundhati" , a new shining star with all new hopes and energy, with a new plan and destiny.

I will be the moon now.

I am traveling a very long path, from the big-burning Sun to the small-cool Moon and then my time will be over by finally reaching the Earth, which will be my final destination. 

There, I will reborn as day " Arjun, That's how the day shines".

I will have a known purpose there , a specific time planned for my work. 

I will not burn unknowingly and will not be covered with something else. I will have my own brightness and shine not of anyone else.

I will definitely shine like a Sun and bright as a moon. I will be both when I will born at 3rd as Arjun. At Earth, I will never die , I will born again and again always with something new . 

I will not be left with unfinished dream-arts and empty pages.

Note: Readers will be thinking, “Kya bakwas likha hai”. Yeah,…that's actually true.

But the theme is simple. In the start, I was the Sun, just burning because of the inner fire, “Aditya"; then I was born again as the Moon, “Arundhati”, so cold and had the charm , not of my own; then at last I was born as “Arjun”, when I was able to possess both the qualities. I was warm in the morning and cold in the night. I was having the purpose ,to control all the activities. I died each day and was born again the very next day.

Thank you for reading.

~ Newly Risen Sun