Jivavarta Quotes

“When parents put their faith above their child's well being, they fail as a parents.”
― Shon Mehta, Stories Of Jivavarta

“The way to repair a bad reputation is to keep doing actions that prove otherwise.”
― Shon Mehta, Stories Of Jivavarta

“The people around Tasvak talked about the festival, how it was less brutal than Igati’s Prahuti, with its tradi- tion of human sacrifice, but not as beautiful as Sonira’s Lolupa-Krish, which marked the yearly harvest, and not as pious as Vanpore’s Dhi, with its plethora of Tapasi rituals. Tasvak had heard about these places since his childhood, and longed to visit them.”
― Shon Mehta, The Timingila

“It is an honor for a woman to die in her husband’s pyre, sister,” Kindisha shouted back. “My mother is in the pyre, too. I am proud of her sacrifice. By Sarvabhu’s grace, she will find her place in the heavens.”
“Let me burn you alive, then we will see how much honor you feel through the pain.” Keya was furious, but helpless. Tasvak could feel his sister’s grief, but was aware that Kindisha was merely echoing what the traditions had taught him.”
― Shon Mehta, The Timingila

“Vidari tribals had a long-standing tradition of kidnapping bridegrooms for their daughters. It was a common occurrence – travelers disappeared without a trace, and emerged with a wife and child after months in captivity.”
― Shon Mehta, The Timingila

“Yashthi’s days of being fooled by his father’s kind appearance were long gone. He had seen his father brutally kill men while looking calm, kind, and pious.”
― Shon Mehta, The Timingila

“Deep inside the grand Vakshi forest, atop a gigantic rock that reaches the sky, lies the ancient monastery town of Vakshi,” Guru Sarvadni had told a young Tasvak. “Vakshi has monasteries of all the faiths in Jivavarta. It is the most peaceful place I have ever visited.”
Ever since, Tasvak had always wanted to visit Vakshi. But he had never thought that his wish will be fulfilled in such a strange way.”
― Shon Mehta, The Timingila

“Who is this monk?” asked Tasvak. “Can we trust him?”
“Yes, we can trust him,” assured Sarvadni. “I have known him for some time.”
“Is he your pupil?” asked Tasvak. He was curious.
“No, he is not,” replied Sarvadni. “He will be an awful pupil, but he is a brilliant teacher. He is the founder of his own faith, which he calls Ajabuhi.”
― Shon Mehta, The Timingila

“Song of Mihika Nagari

Every night, ships cut through the fog.
Their sailors sip their dark, dangerous grog.
No one sees them arrive. No one sees them leave.
Mihika Nagari traps them in her weave.

Happiness is a transaction, and gold buys time.
Weed is temptation, every voice is chime.
The goddess, once mighty, now slumbers in shame,
Her temples turned brothels, her blessings now lame.

By dawn, everyone's gone, no trace, no name,
The city denies that they ever came.
But one day the goddess will rise and glare,
And the city will sink, as if never there.”
― Shon Mehta, Stories Of Jivavarta

“Long ago—so long that even the oldest stories were only beginning to form their first words. Thats when the great war of Jivavarta began and no kingdom, no place, and no town was safe.”
― Shon Mehta, Stories Of Jivavarta

“True mastery isn’t about finding a final answer, but staying open to the questions that lead to real growth.”
― Shon Mehta, Stories Of Jivavarta