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‘Drums of Hope’ goes deep into psychic nature of mystical journeysVarun Shah pens fairy tale with strong underpinnings of philosophical, spiritual literature

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MUMBAI, India – Three years past, author Varun Shah was hit with the inspiration to write a fantastical tale of magical lands and psychic abilities. In the intervening years, he read, he traveled and studied storytelling, and the sum of those experiences finally allowed him to conjure up the story in “Drums of Hope” (published by Partridge India).

Going deep into the heart of the psychic nature of mystical journeys, the story of Burzen-garth tells of a magical land that makes its self known through the eternal struggle of the mind to cope with foreign bodies—the battle against disease. Across the land are strange beasts that, good or bad, are all symbolic of the psyche and the magical nature of how healing work’s on the body. As the story unfolds, strange ways are brought to light as the journey of the hero transforms into the work of destiny.

“Drums of Hope” is a little memento of the work of an ageless dream that Shah means to portray what humanity constantly searches for in philosophical, classical and spiritual literature. In presenting this story, Shah hopes to inspire his readers to come to a series of realizations that will allow them to creatively de-stabilize a bad or demonic perception of life. tale with strong underpinnings of philosophical, spiritual literature.

A Shakuhachi melody

wahan

What you know is what you seek

Today or Tomorrow an unearthly piece it brings…

Sing now and you will see

LOve tales and honey dew in tears

A swan is hurt, A swan is hurt!

Tomorrow I greet this day

O! Sun from Japan

Wise mourner what is yuu seek?

“An unearthly wisdom in the silent breez’e”, replies he.

“Honey dew and some pleasantries”

Like a Melody that took from divinity

What could taht be?

O! milk of Paddy

we sing rag’s woven through time – Chakradhara

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Strange sounds and a forest nightingale, in a blurry sunrise across the western shore of

Kamundican.

Lights that light the sky are not rare yet she cries and sings like spire harp at that sight.

She is aged yet knowledge eludes her, as time is still and the waining moon is by her breast.

my sight eludes her, but I know that the cry brings a misery for none to tell.

A storm in a tea cup?

Lalitha Dhalwani and the sheep

Once upon a time in a lonely village lived a woman named lalitha,

she cooked her rice in earthen pots and made sand castles in black mud,

very old and very young she was a lady of many lands, that inhabited the village

as a ghost of the future…

A weird, dark pygmy who cared for none and blessed all.

lalitha dhalwani

On a blue moon day in this village on the planet neptune, she came across a hoard of sheep

led by a kokopelli character like the pied piper of hamlet, who carried on his shoulder a parrot

(unfortunately I dont have a picture of the parrot, because he flying like a maniac),

So, as she was cooking her rice by the lake where lives the giant bear bhagiri, these sheep trampled all over her pots and the rice fell and was strewn all over the place. She was cooking biryani and had all the ingredients ready

to beput into one giant vessel that would cook this wonderful meal.sitaram

She cried and cried, because of which the kokopelli character came upto her and said dont worry lady well bring all the food back like it had never fallen over. He was kind and played a tune on his flute that brought all the food back just the way it was. They ate together as there was ample for both and from that day lived together in the village as a married couple , singing through the joyful extravagances of this earthly life.

moral – the law of karma can be as brutal, forgiving and magical as our presence in our celestial adobes.

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