He brought the chillum made of yak-bone to his lips and inhaled deeply. God bless Bhadra! At least he takes some responsibility. Shiva looked to Bhadra’s side, and his tribesman turned to find his two back-up soldiers were dozing against the fence. The slightly hump-backed Bhadra was alert, guarding the main entrance to the village. On a normal day, Shiva would have smiled at this memory from a cheerful past, but today he turned to look back towards his village without the merest hint of joy. Shiva recalled his carefree childhood days, when he had perfected the art of skimming pebbles across the surface of the lake – he still held the record in his tribe for the highest number of bounces: seventeen. On any other day, he would have relished the vista – the sun and the immense lake against the magnificent backdrop of the Himalayas stretching as far as the eye could see.Īs he squatted on a narrow ledge extending out over the lake, the shimmering light reflected off the waters picked out the numerous battle-scars that marked his muscular body. Shiva had seen a few sunrises in his twenty-one years, but sunset – he tried never to miss a sunset. The clouds hovering above Mansarovar had just parted to reveal the setting sun, the brilliant giver of life, drawing another day to a close. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.ġ900 BC, Mansarovar Lake (at the foot of Mount Kailash, Tibet) The story written by critically acclaimed author, Amish Tripathi truly captures the spirit of these archaic ages in their true color.
The mystery of his throat turning blue after consuming Somrasa, begs the Meluhan people to ask a question of cosmic proportions, Is he the prophesied one? The story redefines the nomenclatures of iniquity and integrity precedented by legendary characters, folktales and Puranas mingling cohesively into an integrated pattern. Enter Shiva, a tribal patriarch from the mountains of Kailasa, who travels from his home territory to Meluha in search of safety and shelter. With this paranoia, there are whispers of a prophecy pertaining to a blue-throated man from the lands of Sapt-Sindhu who would rescue the Suryavanshis from their turmoil. Together, they conspire to steal the secret formula of the Suryavanshi holy drink, Somrasa. Abiding by their just means of lifestyle, there is persistent fear of terrorist attacks from the Chandravanshis, a clan-less civilization allied with the heinous Nagas. The narrative unfolds in the immemorial land of Meluha, where reigns the Suryavanshi clan, a highly civilized society of rules, regulations and guidelines. The Immortals of Meluha (Shiva Trilogy) is the first chapter of the Shiva Trilogy that showcases the making of Lord Shiva through a fictional medium.
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