I say my prayers, and in the end, my humble request always stayed the same: please bless me with a vision of you, Lord Shiva. So stubborn was I in my request that it reminds me of the saying, 'be careful of what you wish for'. The next thing I remembered were those piercing eyes against a bluish-grey background, a sharp nose and the most menacing smile known to humanity. I knew it was my Lord Shiva, but in a form, I didn't recognize, I was so fearful that I might have fainted if I wasn't already asleep. I tried to look away politely. I looked to the left, right, back, up and down, but where ever I shifted, my eyes. He was there! Each time appearing, he finally said to me, "I am everywhere; why are you trying to avoid me?" Then a burst of laughter that sent a chill down my spine was heard. I thought I would never ask for a peep from Lord Shiva again. I know I shouldn't be afraid, but the Rudra Avatar of the good Lord taught me better than to ask for things I was not ready to handle. Having said that, I will always love you, Shivji. "Har Har Mahadev".