For many days after humans had settled, Jeevanrekha flowed quietly through Parshivlok, its waters clean and calm, offering life and comfort.
But children notice what adults forget.
They sat by the river, watching its surface shimmer under Dhruvio’s gentle lights. The water felt kind and safe but nothing swam beneath its surface, leaving the river beautiful, yet strangely empty.
Questions began to rise softly.
“Where are the fish?”
“Why does the river feel like it is waiting?”
The elders listened and thought a world that gives water must also give life within it. Jalmitra felt it first.
She sensed the water shifting as if the river itself was calling for someone who understood it.
She followed the call until it led her to Yashasvita, who was watching Parshivlok with the same calm attention she had always held.
Jalmitra spoke gently, her voice like a stream finding its path- “The water is clean and ready, but it is empty, and it is asking to be alive.”
Yashasvita listened, and her understanding came not as surprise, but as completion, because creation does not end when land and light arrive, and a world without life beneath its waters remains unfinished.
She closed her eyes and Jallika appeared from the flowing river . Yashasvita held it in her hands and the water responded. From the deepest curve of Jeevanrekha, the river stirred, not violently, but with purpose, and from within its clear depths rose Matsyaar.
He emerged calmly, water flowing around him as if it recognised him, his presence steady and ancient, carrying the authority of one who does not control water, but commands the life that moves within it.
His eyes reflected the depth of oceans yet unseen, and wherever he stepped, the water followed his will, shaping itself into gentle currents.
Matsyaar looked across Parshivlok. He turned toward Yashasvita and spoke, his voice deep but warm.
At his presence, the river shifted again, and from beneath the surface came movement, soft at first, then joyful, as fish of many kinds appeared, swimming freely, filling the waters with colour, rhythm, and soundless song.
Larger water animals followed, moving toward deeper waters, while smaller ones stayed close to riverbanks, making the water feel alive, playful, and complete.
Across Parshivlok, lakes rippled with motion, seas awakened with quiet strength, and water paths formed beneath the surface, known only to those who lived there.
Matsyaar walked along the river’s edge, guiding water animals to their places, ensuring harmony between life above and life below.
Before returning to depths, he turned to Yashasvita.
Matsyaar- “As long as Parshivlok holds water, it will never be alone.”
That day, Parshivlok learned that life does not only walk on land or fly in the sky. Some of it swims quietly beneath the surface, keeping the world whole in ways few notice, but all depend upon.
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