I stretch languidly for a moment. The sun’s rays are gently shining outside, morning dawning finally. I blink, suddenly realising. “Bhraata Bheem! Wake up!” My shout arouses more people than I had intended, who grouse irritatedly. “It’s dawn!” I exclaim, running out. “Gurudev had asked us to assemble right after dawn! Come on!” 

I am the first to reach the aangan, but that is expected. Most of my cousins do not take kindly to waking so early.

“Pranaam, Gurudev,” I say, as others also troop in. Gurudev nods. Once all 105 of us are assembled, he runs his gaze on us. We stand in a near-silent glade, the susurrus of the wind the only sound, light barely filtering in through the thick canopy of leaves above. 

When Gurudev speaks, his voice is slow, measured but intense. “Before we start your formal education, I have a task dear to my heart I require you to complete on your manhood.” 

There is silence. Complete, utter silence. Why is everyone silent? I don’t understand why no one answers, because there is only one answer that can be given. 

I step forward. “I solemnly give you my word, Gurudev, that on the onset of my manhood, I shall accomplish whatever task you would have of me.” Until now, I had kept my head bowed, but as I speak, I raise my head, looking into his eyes. “I promise.” 

To my utter shock, he hugs me close, there are tears in his eyes. “Gurudev?” “You are the warrior I was searching for. You will do it. Ah, how you gladden my heart!” I hug him back. It feels nice. Almost like I am hugging Pitamah or even Pitashree. I feel safe, protected.