Anaganaga O Dheerudu

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A long, long time ago,

lost in the mists of time,

there was a teardrop-shaped land

called Anga.

Here, a long forgotten tale

was eager to be told again.

lt all started one night,

when a demonic spirit returned

with the power to turn moonlight

into a blazing heat.

She had the power to annihilate

the entire universe. Her name,

lrendri.

She used her mystical Black Eye

to turn men into beasts,

spreading tyranny and destruction.

Slaughter everyone!

Burn everything!

Terrorizing and destroying

village after village,

lrendri filled the land

with the tears of its enslaved people.

Those who were strong

were drafted into her army

and marked with her Black Eye.

Under its mystical spell,

they swore allegiance

to lrendri's quest.

The weak were not so fortunate.

Sacrifice them to Sarpini.

Sarpini, these sacrifices

should quench your thirst.

You will fulfill my oath.

The Black Eye shall prevail.

Some corrupt priests

took advantage of the situation

to satisfy their own selfish needs.

They convinced the simple villagers

to perform meaningless rituals.

Our teardrop shrines are powerful and

will ward off the effect of the Black Eye.

This religious fervor spread

across Anga like a disease.

A dilapidated shrine

in the village of Agartha

was rebuilt in the shape of a teardrop.

Hail the five elements!

l welcome everyone to

the divine shrine of the five elements.

Tie a strand of your hair

to this amulet and place it here.

So what if you are bald?

You have a healthy moustache.

To complete the ritual,

offer your prayers.

The villagers foolishly

practiced these rituals,

unaware that the very evil

they were praying to be freed from

was gaining strength

deep below the temple

and emerging into their world.

The vicious attack of the serpents

left all the children

in Agartha unconscious.

lf this was any ordinary illness,

l would have cured it easily

long ago.

But this is a dangerous curse.

ls there no way out of this?

Swami, l know of a monastery

in the Pushpagiri mountains.

ln the monastery, a little girl

called Moksha has divine powers.

lf Moksha came here,

she could heal our children.

What is the point of having a leader

if everyone comes up

with their own solutions?

l swear on my son.

l was the midwife

when Moksha was born.

Believe me.

The journey to the monastery

is long and extremely difficult.

Who will escort Moksha back?

Ask Chitra's husband to go.

Then we'll know

if there's any truth to her words,

as well as my greatness.

l will make the journey

to save our children. l will go.

-Teacher...

-Let him go.

No matter how far a swing swings,

it always comes back

to the same place.

-Please return safely.

-l will.

l'll be waiting for you.

Swami.

Moksha, what brings you into

the inner realm, dear?

l found this wounded butterfly.

l can't seem to heal it,

no matter what l do.

l have tried many times,

but it's of no use.

Failure lies not in one's abilities,

but in one's mind.

You have the ability

to tap into the universal energy.

By doing that,

you will awaken the energy within you.

Try again.

-Hey! lt's flying, it's flying!

-Yes, my child.

The butterfly is living proof

of the special powers in your touch.

Do l really have special powers?

You were born with divine qualities.

What does that mean?

Peer into the enchanted waters.

You will see for yourself.

Some years ago,

you were born in Agartha.

Your mother passed away

right after your birth.

A divine voice foretold

the birth of a divine baby girl.

As she is born to bring peace

and salvation to the land of Anga,

Moksha shall be her name.

l'll take her to our monastery

where she'll be safe.

Do you now realize

how special you are?

What must l do now, Swami?

Just follow your heart.

My blessings will always be with you

in the form of these butterflies.

They will give you the wings

to carry you to your destiny.

Swami, a terrible evil has befallen us

and wreaked havoc on our village.

Moksha, the children in our village

aren't waking up from their slumber.

Even the doctors are helpless.

We don't know what to do.

Please come to our village.

l won't leave the monastery.

You have to go, child.

Your presence there will help

the children of Agartha.

Won't you help them?

Okay. But can l go

after the ceremony?

Thank you, Swami.

l promise to bring her back safely.

Letting Moksha out into the world

is like exposing a divine flame

to the elements.

And this one needs

a strong pair of hands to keep her safe.

We have the right man for the job.

Yodha...

Yodha...

The Swami has sent for you.

He wanted me to give you a gift.

A gift? What is it?

Stretch out your hands.

Moksha!

-Moksha!

-Yodha.

He behaves like the youngest kid

in the monastery.

Moksha, wait!

Yodha!

ls he blind?

Yes, he is.

Then how will he protect Moksha?

Son, the blind see what we cannot.

Yodha. Yodha?

Caught you!

Let me go!

Make a fool of me, will you?

The Swami shall hear of this.

Yodha!

-Let me go.

-Swami?

She is becoming more

mischievous every day.

You're the one

who is becoming troublesome.

You have been impatient to leave

the monastery for quite a while now.

-You can leave tomorrow.

-Swami!

-Really?

-Yes.

-ls that really true?

-Yes, my son.

Forgive me for saying this,

but just last night, l was wondering

when l be would free of this place.

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