Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM
(Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi —an ex Naval Officer, possesses a multifaceted personality. He served as a Senior Advisor in prestigious Supercomputer organisation C-DAC, Pune. He was involved in various Artificial Intelligence and High-Performance Computing projects of national and international repute. He has got a long experience in the field of ‘Natural Language Processing’, especially, in the domain of Machine Translation. He has taken the mantle of translating the timeless beauties of Indian literature upon himself so that it reaches across the globe. He has also undertaken translation work for Shri Narendra Modi, the Hon’ble Prime Minister of India, which was highly appreciated by him. He is also a member of ‘Bombay Film Writer Association’.
~ The Fairy Who Walked with Light… ~ 
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They say that once, between a sigh of heaven and a dream of earth, a fairy lost her way among the stars and descended softly into the world of dust and days.
It chose the shape of a wanderer. The world called her Saira. Not because that was her name, but because no mortal tongue could utter the melody from which she was born. She descended from the heavens above.
She belonged to no kingdom. No walls could keep her. No horizon could contain her. She was a wild note in the song of creation—a free spirit woven from moonlight, wonder, and wandering stars.
The wind borrowed its freedom from her. The rivers learned movement by watching her pass. And flowers bloomed instinctively, believing spring itself had arrived. The trees inclined to offer their obeisance.
She wandered through seasons as though they were merely chambers within an endless celestial palace.
Autumn draped copper leaves at her feet like offerings. Winter wrapped her in silver silence, yet could never chill the warmth she carried within.
Spring adorned her with blossoms and birdsong, while summer scattered stardust across her laughter. The flowers reinvented new sprightly colours with divine fragrance.There was something else, though no one could name it.
A presence. A radiance. A silent companion that followed her like sunlight follows dawn. Sometimes it appeared as a shimmer of gold at the edge of twilight. Sometimes as a fleeting glow between one heartbeat and the next. Sometimes as nothing more than a feeling of safety arriving before lurking danger.
The old wanderers spoke of it in hushed voices. They called it: “The Light Between Worlds.”
Some believed it was a guardian, a protector. Others said it was merely another light, traveling distant skies beneath the countless stars.
It moved unseen beside her, guarding the fragile miracles that heaven had entrusted to earth.
And Saira, unaware of her own enchantment, continued gathering sunsets, speaking to stars, and teaching lonely hearts how to create wonders.
Children smiled when she passed. Birds altered their songs. Even sorrow, for a fleeting moment, forgot its own name.
Years drifted by like silver leaves upon a moonlit stream. The radiance of youth slowly bloomed with the time, her eyes became mesmerizing
—turquoise blue, fathoms beneath them. These two doe-eyed wonderers of eternity, shone behind her mortal skin, which was fairer than the word fair.
Then one morning, when dawn was still deciding whether to arrive, she stood beneath a sky strangely familiar.
The stars seemed closer than they had ever been. The wind spoke softly in a language only her heart had kept.
She smiled. Not a farewell. Not a promise. But a recognition! As though some distant constellation had whispered her name.
Then quietly, with wonder still alive within her eyes, she continued her journey, following a path of stars, visible only to her.
The morning remained resplendent. The earth remained rooted.
And somewhere, far beyond the reach of earthy maps, the fairy walked on.
Still, on certain nights, when moonlight spills like silver wine across sleeping fields, travellers speak of a radiant figure walking the borders of dream and reality. A wayfarer of no single realm. A presence too entire to be contained by one world.
A celestial wanderer. A fairy of forgotten skies. A soul too vast to belong entirely to this world. And the wind, faithful as ever, in its old fidelity continued to follow her, carrying fragments of her fragrant laughter, through valleys of memory and across horizons yet to be defined.
Some say, the Light Between Worlds still moves beside her. Others believe, it rides a celestial creature protecting her under the sky, under its guardianship.
For some stories are not meant to end. They simply continue, beyond the last page, beneath the same eternal sky, ever after.
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© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM
≈ Founder Editor – Shri Hemant Bawankar/Editor (English) – Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM ≈
