Anik started explaining that three Gurukuls were allocated for the boys and girls each. The seventh gurukul was for students who were born with special powerful traits and needed more attention than others.

A few older women also arrived in tandem with the maidens, probably their wardens, who sent them to a huge building made of baked mud bricks and straw for the roof, with only a few commands, while imitating an impenetrable barrier serving as a boundary between the two areas.

"Don't worry," Anik consoled Dweep who had a slight look of disappointment on his face. "We'll be having lessons together."

"Don't project your feelings on me, bro." Dweep retorted, a bit exasperated. We had a little laugh at his defense and went to the building allocated for us. Even though we spent a whole day being awake back at the dimension where I was born, I felt not a single hint of exhaustion right now.

"Do you now know why so many students do well from our school?" Anik acted smug, "By the time you sit for the all-country examinations, you will be more than forty years old. So your worries about 'normal' studies should take a back seat for now. By now you should already know what kind of role you'll be playing in our team of four. I would recommend taking lessons from the current sage of Sushruta's skill tree. Once we get our status windows activated I can give better advices."

"Healing is a risky business." Saiyan said from the side relaxing on the yoga mat like mattress, placed on the floor. The inside of the building allocated for us was so other-worldly spacious that it gave me a weird sense of discomfort. Some magic was surely at work here, reminding me of a joke for the houses in animations for kids. There is an infamous one that depicted a struggle between cats and cockroaches who lived in a house with a seemingly unending staircase, while the house looked like a simple two storied building from the outside. Each corridor here had thrice the amount of rooms when compared to our Bhavana. But it only had basic necessities. Sheep wool yoga mats instead of beds and, that's all. There was nothing else inside the room to our horror. Do we not need other sets of clothes? They probably want us to live like the ascetics in jungles, who give up on all materialistic thoughts for focusing on gaining enlightenment.

"Why do you say that?" I asked, genuinely curious why he would tag a noble deed as risky.

"You need to give up something inorder to heal the other person. That something when depleted, automatically incapacitates your bodily functions which you wouldn't want during a prolonged fight. It takes quite a long time to regenerate. I'm sure you'll find something just for you, that suits who you are."

"Is Saiyan here?" a middle aged guy with a clean shave and impressive back brushed hair suddenly arrived at our door.

Saiyan sprang up from his mat and followed the person somewhere.

"Let's follow." Anik said and tiptoed outside with us at his heels. From one section of the balcony, we could see the huge Banyan tree at the middle of this whole campus. I also got curious wondering where all the students from other standards were.

"The Ashrama consists of a multitude of small villages like this, spread around at the foot hills of the Himalayas. Your seniors are in other campuses away from here." Panna suddenly communicated with me inside my head like we did in that mango grove.

"We can now talk like this here?" I was surprised as I had thought that we could telepathically communicate only in the space where she was. That meant that she's buried somewhere in this Satya Marta.

"Yeah it seems like that. Do you know?" she continued excitedly, "Today I grew my third ever leaf!!"

"Congrats!!" I felt genuine happiness emanating from her. It was contagious. "You've worked hard, rest for now and take care..."

We kept observing as seven students, four girls and three boys, arrived at the Banyan tree accompanied with their own wardens. Somewhere in the path, Saiyan's companion had changed to Mr. Baagh instead of the guy who came to fetch him. The wardens held out their right hand to the side, making a forty five degree angle between their hand and ribs, while their thumb and index finger imitated a circle, completed by their tips joined together. Their left hand went up, making motions as if they were drawing something on an invisible canvas floating somewhere within arm's reach in front of them. Silver white colors poured out from their ring fingers as if they were 3D printing directly into the air. The white symbols written by them joined together to create a beautiful picture, giving me an impression of a fence surrounding a comfortable and safe home. It was so fascinating and out of this world that something felt awakening deep inside me. I needed to try that out.

"What was that? Do they also teach those?" I asked Anik, genuinely curious.

"Bro are you serious? Why would you learn Charm Creation when you can use Hymns for sorcery? It might be flexible, but not practical in real life battles. It is just for little tricks, not actually usable where it matters." he shook his head like it was a bad idea to even ask him this question. "Even if you want to learn it, you can't actually. Not for four more years probably. As far as I know Charm Creation requires advanced knowledge of how Kundalini flows within our body. I don't know the specifics though. You can try asking around if you want. I just don't want you to waste time focusing on something you can't learn right now."

It was understandable from his point of view, I guess. What I have understood from his conversations till now was that he breathed and lived for this place. Whatever was required for him to stay here, he had learnt in the outside dimension. His body was there, but his mind had always been wandering in a day dream based on some interpretation of this place, that he created from basic descriptions about the Ashrama.

The barrier disappeared as the people who had once vanished, manifested again.  They broke into two groups and headed towards their respective dorms in opposite directions. We walked back to our rooms waiting for Saiyan to arrive. We waited until all of us were called to the grounds once again but there was still no sign of him anywhere. Did his special training already start?

We gathered in front of the huge Banyan tree which already had sages standing in front of it, adorning saffron clothing, following an imaginary horizontal straight line at the base of it. With a swift motion, they sat in a meditation pose with folded legs and hands on their knees, while gesturing us to do the same.

As we followed their example, the sage sitting at the middle of the line opened his eyes and started explaining.

"The difference between the place where you arrived in this Prithvi and Satya Marta is the presence of Shakti. While Maya is all encompassing, existing everywhere like air, Shakti inherently is a bit different. Devi Sati, brought forth Shakti into this world through her ultimate self sacrifice ushering peace and stability back to Prithvi long ago, finally ending a tumultuous era in the earlier period of our myths."

It was a tragic story. Devi Sati, being born to King Daksha, son of Brahma-The Creator God, was actually an incarnation of a Goddess who came down to Earth binding herself under only one condition, that she can never be insulted or humiliated in any way. Growing up, she grew infatuated with Lord Shiva and toiled hard to gain his affection, sacrificing all her materialistic needs. Lord Shiva, after a lot of tests finally decided to take her as a wife prompting Devi Sati to leave everything and come to Mount Kailasa, the abode of Lord Shiva. This angers King Daksha, who didn't like Shiva, and out of spite arranged a huge ritual where all kings, gods and goddesses were invited only except Lord Shiva. Devi Sati arrived alone at the ritual, demanding to know why her father had been so cruel. In answer, Daksha insulted both his daughter, which was a no-no, and his son-in-law, which was a bigger no-no infront of Devi Sati. Since her condition became void, being insulted by her own father, it was time for her to leave the World, which she did so in a fit of anger since her time together with Lord Shiva was cut short,  cursing everybody present at the Ritual to be killed by the hands of her husband. She gave up her mortal body in the sacrificial fire of the Ritual unable to even say goodbye to her husband one last time. This Goddess that came down to Earth was Goddess Adi Parashakti, the primordial force.