The Unique one is a short story about a boy that was born in a village in which his dad was a theif and his mother had no job. The child would starve himself, as he refused to eat. He is then forced to run from him evil father when he witnesses his mothers death. Read the series as each story takes you through the suspensful and hardships of this boy.
Kashla was worried about her son who was about 5 years old in our modern age system, and called the village priest to see what was wrong with him. “Sir my son refuses to eat and hasn’t talked ever since birth, what is wrong with him?” asked Kashla. “Kashla my dear what does your husband do for a living” inquired the priest? “Sir he is forced to steal from the poor.” informed Kashla. “Well that means that this child is very pure, my dear you must earn money in a fair way.” said the priest. “That is the only way this child we eat” informed the priest. “But sir my family are all farmers and reject me for marrying such a man.” said kashla. “Well then Kashla it is up to you to find some type of clean job.” said the priest, as he departed.
Later that day Kashla’s husband Lilrag arrived, with no salary. “Kashla you freeloader, how dare you” said the drunken Lilrag. “Lilrag where is your loot? We must eat!” shouted Kashla. “I have spent it on my true love whiskey, I brought it from Slir.” informed Lilrag. “How dare you! you will spend your money alcohol, well then I shall beat you until you come to your senses!” yelled Kashla. “I shall be the one to beat you! You deliver me such an disgraceful son!” replied Lilrag. He then started beating Kashla black and blue until her son came. He jumped on his father and held him back, then ran to his mother to find out that she had died. “haha your mother is dead you piece of trash!” laughed the father. The child ran out of the village hut with nothing but his clothes, and a picture of the lord.
The child walked about 1 KM before getting tired. He then saw a village that seemed to look like a town, and started walking towards it. When he got there he saw that this was not a village but a beautiful building that had many men in orange robes and pony tails. He looked at the golden statues and knew that he was in a temple. “Namaste young boy this is a Hindu ashram, where are your parents?” There was a golden light that, shone on the child and he was given the gift of voice. “Sir I ran away from home, since my father beat my mother to death.” said the child who was on verge of tears. “My son bhagwan does everything for the best, so you will now live in the ashram and will be raised as a priest.” said the priest. “I shall name you Krishna.” From that day on the boy was known as Krishna.
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