Are we the product of our actions, or do the orders of fate control us? Do we get everything by effort, or does fate have a different story to tell? Continue reading.
PK Mahanandia, an artist from Delhi, was sketching portraits of individuals for a small fee. Along came Charlotte Von Schedvin, intrigued by the claims of a gentleman with ruffled hair, and dark mustache, that he could sketch in 10 minutes.
Flashback years ago: Small Mahanandia from Orissa, India, was told by his mother that he would marry a girl from Royalty, from a faraway land, the possessor of a musical ear, and the owner of a forest.
Present Era 1975 A.D., New Delhi: Charlotte wasn’t delighted with the rendition of this portrait. She came back a day later, but was not happy. Offhand Mahanandia asked her if she owned a woods, and if she had been a Taurean. She responded in the affirmative.
She’d come from Sweden to India across the Hippie course of the 70’s, running across Turkey, Iran, and Afghanistan. She, along with Mahanandia, visited the Sun Temple in Konark, which has the famous giant rock wheel. Charlette exclaimed in surprise, that she had a similar mini version of the wheel, back home in Sweden.
He promised that he would come to Sweden, but being an artist of modest means, he bought a bicycle. From thereon, began his journey of love, on his bicycle, along the hippie-trail across the many countries that Charlette traversed. He worked as an artist drawing portraits for people, who shared cash, food, and shelter with him. Those days, in the 70’s, one didn’t need a visa to travel across many of these countries.
Afghanistan, a landlocked country surrounded by hills, was a peace-loving nation, with a taste for music, art, and culture. He would traverse 70 km (approximately 40 miles every day)on his bicycle till his legs hurt.
Charlotte helped him get over the cultural shock he experienced in Sweden, was accepted by her parents, and he married her, all for love-that love, according to him, had not diminished since 1975, when the now 64-year-old gentleman got married to Charlotte. They have two children; her piano continues to play the tune of eternal love. They have their forest; he continues to sketch, and they live happily ever after.
So coming back to the question, are we the product of our actions, or do the orders of fate control us? Maybe both- Little Mahanandia being advised of his musical Princess, the owner of a woods, and believing it, Charlotte relating to the mini version stone wheel of the Sun Temple of Konark, as part of her collection, and the coming together of the two individuals in Delhi.
However, without his action of biking across states, do they have got married? Who knows? Who can explain the inexplicable? It was just for love.
The piano plays on; the woods continues to burst into blossom; the sketches become life, and the Wheel of Destiny weaves its tapestry from the country, neighboring what, they call, the land of the Midnight Sun.