The constant dedication that is required from them to produce something wonderful from their craftsmanship – something so beautiful that even the artist stands in awe of what they have created – is like an addiction. The euphoria of their success stays with them for ages as their work remains with them as a constant reminder of the heights they have reached.
I was in high school when I first laid my hands on the first book of the series. I was a little hesitant to read this book. For starters, the book had a narrative of a twelve-year-old boy who suffered from ADHD and was a Greek demigod of all things! I decided we had nothing in common at all.
One often wonders what happens after we die: do we really walk into the afterlife? The answer of whether our journey ends at our funeral or whether we begin a new journey the day after our funeral is an endless one. Nikhil Kushwaha presents us with a vision of the afterlife in his book “The Day After My Funeral”. He neither intends to question any religious beliefs nor desires to preach. He simply wants to bring awareness to readers of the ticking clock – so that we live our life to the fullest, enjoy every moment and die in peace without any regrets.
I’ve always wondered how our lives would be affected if the mythical creatures existed for real and did not live just in books. How different our lives could be if that were to be true? Maybe, instead of boarding the bus to go to school every day, I could ride my own dragon and have my own fairy-godmother – like Cinderella. I would get to slay the trolls and swim with my mermaid friends. I could keep a phoenix as a pet and have wonderful house-elves at my disposal.
I stare out at the storm that’s brewing in front of me and quickly make the assessment that this is not the time to go anywhere. I remember how I’d once read that before the time of Genghis Khan, the Mongols were afraid of thunder. I imagine how terrifying this spellbinding sight must have been for agricultural societies. And yet – rain was a blessing. Without water, crops would never grow.
The genesis of fairy tales can be traced back to tradition of oral stories told by wandering storytellers. Such stories, which were passed on from mouth to mouth for long years without being written down ever, fascinated the children for centuries and kept their imagination alive. These stories remain in their memory along with their deep underlying moral streak, even when kids grow up. Such is the power of folklore and fairytales.
“It is human nature to resist difficulties and bitter truths. If you study astrology long enough, you’ll understand that Rahu, Ketu and Saturn are making us face up to our ‘soul task’. I’ve always seen life as a kind of school where souls are born to learn and graduate from one level of consciousness to another. And Rahu, Ketu and Saturn are the best teachers that you’ll ever get.”
I wanted to write a book that would make ancient myths relevant for the modern reader while still staying true to the ‘heart’ of the myth. In Vedic Mythology, the Celestial Beings are personified as a family that have a relationship with each other – some complementary, others highly dysfunctional. What I’ve done with The Little Light is reinterpreted and reimagined those myths for the modern era.