I : DIFFUSION
Asoka left Kalinga, but Kalinga
never left him. It haunted him day in and day out. Every second the dreadful sight began
thrusting its full weight against his sensitive heart. His gloom began looming
large with every tick of the clock. He felt his heart was pounded, soul,
squeezed; conscience, stifled; and mind, defunct, at its very mention.
The suffering he inflicted on Kalingas appeared preying upon his soul gradually. He lost his
mental peace. And Paradise too.
Will he ever regain them?
"Am I not justified?" he questioned
himself. The answer startled him. It raised his mental crisis further. He
sought explanation in the books on Politics and Law. Answers were insipid and stale. What about logic
then? The cold logic cooled his soul further. The past never pacified him, nor the present
mitigated his suffering. He turned to religion and scriptures for justification of his action. They
abhorred him with all vehemence at their command. It was to him like a
chorus song, strongly denouncing war. Yet, the repudiation was not complete. They neither indicated
the proper goal, nor suggested the right action. It placed him in a dilemma.