by The Prajapati
Before the universe existed, an old man let go of a golden egg and walked back into the dark. The egg contained Brahma — infant, four-headed, already holding a needle and a book with no last page. His job: write the universe into existence, find a planet, and build something worth ruling. He was three years old when he built his first city. Two and a half when he created Saraswati, who told him his weapons were badly designed and his sword could not slice. Twenty when their son was born and he realised he had no idea what to do with a baby. The Naveenapurana is the story of the gods before anyone was watching. A creator who controls everything except the things that matter. A wife who is smarter than him and knows it, who runs weapons laboratories but still picks up a robot's disembodied head and puts it back on the table. A son who at three years old stood in front of a golden chamber every morning with his hands behind his back, waiting for the girl inside to be born. They are not good people. They love each other completely. It is not the same thing. Sanskrit cosmology. Sci-fi worldbuilding. A family that loves each other badly and completely.
