Vedantic Tales : The Blue Pellet

She looked at him with faint amusement.

Right now? What is going to happen right now, dear?

I am trying to tell you, Mother.

Really, Madhav, you are full of alarms nowadays. Well, tell me then. But I did hope that we could have a few moments of peace together. What can happen right now? Is someone coming to visit? I am not receiving anyone, Madhav. Not today.

Mother, I ... But it was too late. He fell to the floor, his tongue cleaving to the roof of his mouth, his arms and legs flailing the air wildly, uncontrollably, moved by a force outside himself He tried to cry out that he was perfectly all right, indeed that he felt a certain elation. But he was able to make only groaning sounds like those coming from one sorely afflicted.

His mother at once jumped up and ran to the door, calling for the servants.

Javni! Ramu!

Then she was on the floor beside him, trying to grasp his arms, to hold them still, but finding this impossible, stood looking down at him, wringing her hands.

In a moment or two the fit subsided. Madhav felt that his limbs had grown heavy. He lay immobile, unable to move even his eyes. And now, as he tried to reassure his mother that all was well, he could make no sounds at all. His mother knelt beside him, calling his name. There was terror in her voice, but also there was an imperative note in it, compelling him to respond to her.

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