Two days ago.

  "To uand Nawvara, at first, you o uand its four sects." Pema was teag Ilm. Today, no one was around them, only two of them. "First is Itti Nawvara which means theory, it explores the philosophical side. Sed is Daga Nawvara, it tains the important diagrams for practising and uanding the third sect of Nawvara, Alur Nawvara which has all codes or spells for using our inner power. Fourth is Kata Nawvara, if Itti is theory, Kata is practical. Kata Nawvara solely focuses on perf this knowledge practically."

  "Wahh, Wahh. My brain will burst. Let me remember these. I 't even use my extra memory ste system. Itti, Daga, Alur, Kata?"

  "Oh my. People are too much depe on maes… now from where we will start? Hah! You've unlocked your very first cakra and you first used air move, let's know some aerial teiques and the philosophy of air."

  "What is cakra?" Ilm asked.

  "Cakras are energy points. There are total seven cakras. By unlog each cakra, we let the energy flow through our body, and we trol that energy, develop our personality and perform extraordinary things. Opening the first cakra, the root cakra, means you are now able to lear trol."

  "Ohhhh." Ilm excimed.

  "Now, let's head to learn the philosophy of air."

  Theretched her hands and moved them circurly. The whole pce became windy. Hairs and clothes were dang, they could feel the chill breeze.

  "Air is the element of freedom. Every particle in the air is free to move anywhere. A person must know himself; he must see his inner self and be able to differentiate himself from others. When a person bees unbonded from his all wrath, ego and greed, a person who detaches himself from all worldly illusions achieve enlighte, acc to the philosophy of air."

  "And what are these worldly illusions?" Ilm expressed his doubts.

  "Things that most of ambitious people want, are worldly illusions. Money, power, fame, loyal followers… all luxurious things." Pema was walking around Ilm, while he was on the ground sitting. He was listening to her carefully.

  She tinued, “People are so engaged in seeking the opposite of the mountain that they ignore what is uheir noses. With greed, a ma know what he truly wants. Ilm, let out your ambition, know yourself."

  Ambition? Did he truly have any ambition? Until the previous day, he used to think Paradise Industry was their heritage. He used to wish after getting the trol over industry, he would make it more profitable. Yes, that was certainly an ambition. Even some Bharatas from previous geions used to have that kind of ambition, as he used to think. But now he khat was just for the veil which prevented a secret from being known. The previous day, he came to know about their true heritage and true duty. And so, after that, he wished to know all about Nawvara. Was that an ambition?

  "I want to know all about Nawvara. Is this my ambition?" Ilm asked.

  Pema's face lightened up. She smiled at Ilm. She roud. "No, it's not ambition but passion. When we want to know something or want to gain skill over something, it bees our passion. It's your self-indulgent desire. Like what is painting to a painter and writing to a writer. Nawvara gives us purpose. And purpose shows the path to salvation. Greed is not purpose. I'm gd that you are ambitionless."

  Ilm chuckled. "Then teach me the aerial teiques."

  Pema picked up a stid drew a-poiar by creating two squares interseg at eight points. In the middle area of the octagon, she drew a wing of a bird. She made a circle surrounding the star. "Now we are discussing Daga faining air power. This eight-poiar indicates eight dires. The wing symbolizes air."

  Ilm gasped with excitement. His eyes were glittering. Aep o enable trol over air.

  "Now draw this yourself. Use my way to draw."

  He imitated the same thing, then pted his drawing searg for any error, but didn't find any.

  "Well, now feel this diagram," Pema said.

  "What? Feel… this diagram?"

  "Close your eyes, think about this diagram again and again, recall how you drew this, recall every stroke you've made."

  He closed his eyes, and sat crossed legs, each foot on opposite thigh. Hands were rested on his p, a hand over a hand, thumbs were ected. He did think. He did feel the diagram. Hoainter feel his paintings, every brush stroke, the colours he mixes, the painting which is nothing but his own feeling, his owion. How a dancer feels his every posture, the air around him, the ground under him, the music, with its rhythm he dances. And not to mention the stist, how he is deeply ected with all the universal courses, even in his dream, he feel it. Everything is a self-discovery journey, a pursuit, a way to freedom. After all these, a masterpiece is born.

  "Now you open your eyes. Tell me what have you felt?"

  "Something that I 't put into words," Ilm said.

  She smiled. "You're doing well. Let's move towards the Alur Nawvara. Here, you o t rites. In some cases, we recite an intatioime to gain a certain ability, while in others, we o t every time we use a move. For element trol, it's oime, after gaining the ability o t again. Listen carefully, and remember that spelling is important. Pronunciation is a crucial part of Alur Nawvara. If you misspell a word, the whole code won't work. Say after me. Aum Suyashixu Bāwe'chi."

  "Aum Suyashixu Bāwe'chi."

  "Bāwe Tāra'chi Wúkadra…"

  "Bāwe Tāra'chi Wúkadra…"

  "Ethirwica Tiān."

  "Ethirwica Tiān."

  "Tasakhu Hahara'lé Mate'chi…"

  "Tasakhu Hahara'lé Mate'chi…"

  "Ahaymo dena Tāra'chi."

  "Ahaymo dena Tāra'chi."

  "Ajhi Diwadkhu…"

  "Ajhi Diwadkhu…"

  "Mána Thittī'chi Bāwe'ke."

  "Mána Thittī'chi Bāwe'ke."

  "Aum Suyashixu Bāwe'chi. Bāwe Tāra'chi Wúkadra Ethirwica Tiān. Tasakhu Hahara'lé Mate'chi Ahaymo dena Tāra'chi. Ajhi Diwadkhu Mána Thittī'chi Bāwe'ke."

  "Aum Suyashixu Bāwe'chi. Bāwe Tāra'chi Wúkadra Ethirwica Tiān. Tasakhu Hahara'lé Mate'chi Ahaymo dena Tāra'chi. Ajhi Diwadkhu Mána Thittī'chi Bāwe'ke." Ilm recited the code perfectly, though it was difficult for him to uand as it felt like an alien nguage. " you tell me, it means what?"

  "The whole sentence is: 'Oh Suyashixu of Air. Your winds wahe Earth and skies. Teach my hands your a dance. Please grant the power of trol over air.'" Pema said. “Here, Suyashixu is from this nguage. Our usual tongue doesn’t have a word for it.”

  "Then, you better teach me this new nguage before teag me Nawvara."

  Pema giggled. "You don't o learn this nguage. Nobody does. Besides, every code resembles something with each other. By the way, for knowledge, this nguage is called M?uqa Uam'chi, the oongue uage."

  "Wooow," Ilm excimed widely. "So, what's now?"

  "Recite the code again and agai your mind be ected with the air. Let your body be like air."

  Ilm frowhen took a deep breath and slowly loosed it. He recited the code. He tihis. Air, the element of freedom. He thought about clouds, birds, and every blow of winds… everythied to this element. Freedom, transd your body, let yourself be ected with the air.

  "I am granting you the power to trol air." Ilm heard a voice. He opened his eyes with shock. Then he looked at the surroundings. He couldn't tell if it was male or female…but just a voice.

  "What's happened?" Pema asked.

  "Haven't you heard that voice?"

  "What voice?"

  "Nothing. My bad. By the way, I think I am ready." Ilm said.

  "You mean you trol air?" Pema asked being surprised. "I know you are a fast learner, but it takes much time to welly learn Kata Nawvara."

  "No. I am sure I'm prepared."

  She sighed. "I think you won't listen. Okay, try to stop these winds."

  He stood up and bowed with a?jali mudrā. Theretched out his hands and took a deep breath. Then moved his both hands circurly. Surprise to Pema, he did make it. The wind gradually stopped. He released his breath.

  "You are a prodigy," Pema excimed. She was not only surprised but also thinking about Ilm’s capability. "It took me about two days to be able to trol water. You are a very talented boy it just takes you a few mio unlock the ability to trol air. You're truly a miracle."

  "Oh really!" Ilm expressed. "Or perhaps, because it was water, the st element you'd learned. So it was difficult for you to trol it. Air must take less time. Don't you?"

  "No. Air was my st element. I was trained with water first. I still remember how yrandpa used t dozens of water drums to train me. Aen became a very strict man while teag."

  "Grandpa? He was your master?" Ilm couldn't imagine his grandfather as a strict teacher like his mother. For him, his grandfather was a mythos lover old man who was surrounded by his own world the world of books and mysteries. His eyes were widened with unbelieve.

  "Well, all I say is you have a pelling talent."

  He twinkled. "Teach me more, sifu."

  She made a pleasant face. "For today that's all. Tomorrow, we'll learn about the element, thunder. Only those who have a bance mind, able to trol thunder."