BUDDHA MEETS GAUTAM SIDDHARTHA
The gurgling sound of the river called for Buddha’s attention as he strolled in the forest. He looked into the crystal clear water of the river. To his surprise, the water bore a reflection of Gautama Siddhartha and not Buddha. Adorned in fineries, bearing a delightful smile, the innocent eyes with a fidgeting body language. He ran his hand, to clear the illusion, but the reflection stayed. Buddha was seeing his earlier self, before his moment of awakening and titled as Buddha. He smiled at the reflection as Siddhartha struck a conversation.
Shakuni’s spew of anger on Bhishma
Shakuni circled around Bhishma at a slow pace. Bhishma lay almost lifeless on his death bed of arrows. Without any tinge of mercy or pity in his heart, Shakuni grinned victoriously, while looking deep into Bhishma’s half-open eyes.
Lord Vishnu’s reassurance to Narada Muni
“Narayana! Narayana!”
Hearing the words and recognizing the speaker, Lord Vishnu’s faint smile broke into a grin as he lay rested in Vaikunth. Narad Muni walked in and paid his reverence. Knowing of Narad muni’s notorious nature, Vishnu used his divine power to peep into his mind to know of the purpose behind his visit. After having received an insight, Vishnu placated and pampered him with his words,
Bhanumati shares her heart with Lakshmana (Daughter)
From the squint of her eye, Bhanumati could see through Lakshmana’s heart. She bore much resemblance to her father, Duryodhan. Just like him, her gait spoke of her emotional state. Holding her wrist, and running a loving palm on her cheeks, she asked,
VED VYAS’S REASONING TO VRISHKETU
“Pranam, Gurudev!” Vrishketu reverentially bowed before Ved Vyas, the legendary author of the epic Mahabharata.
“Gurudev, the world is well versed with my father, Karna’s story. Today, I am his only surviving son. I have seen my father and all my brothers killed in the Kurukshetra war. I also saw how my father’s death was brought about. Gurudev! You are an immortal, the witness and the writer of this epic tale of Hastinapur. I seek the light of your wisdom to clear the darkness of confusion that looms over my father’s demise.”
Ahilya in a tete-a-tete with her grand-daughter (Draupadi).
After having shed her human form and entering the world of souls, Ahilya was relaxing in Swarg Lok. It was a place without the manifestation of time and space.
“Look! What I got for us, Dadi.”
Draupadi walked in holding a tray with two glasses of refreshing drinks. She looked at Ahilya with admiring eyes.
KARNA’S ARROWS OF QUESTIONS ON KUNTI
Karna’s Arrows of Questions on Kunti.
Karna pleaded in a broken and an acidic tone,
“Tell me Rajmata Kunti, how do you have the right to call yourself my mother? Why should I see you as my Mata? What have you done so far to deserve this title?”
SITA SPEAKS TO HER SAKHI (FRIEND)
Standing before the mirror, Sita ran her fingers through her cascading hair.
“Look at that lovely hair! I have always envied you for them.” Joked Sita’s Sakhi as she walked into her chamber in Swarg loak.
AKHILANDESHWARI- THE GODDESS OF NEVER NOT BROKEN
On the dark skin, the unruly hair covered her face partially and flew in the wind like smoke. The Shakti’s eyes were oozing wrath today. Her anger was
inducing havoc on earth causing destruction. All of sudden, her wrath changed to grievous sob, resulting in a downpour of rain. The land flooded, washing away people, flora and fauna. She sneezed, the air got infected with diseases. Holding a trident in hand, adorned in dark coloured clothes, driven by her unruly emotions, with broken energies, Shakti moved around the earth. Her moods, manifested on the earth’s condition, for she was a Parvati’s Swaroop (form), known as a Shakti.
The story of Vinayaki – The Elephant Headed Goddess
“VINAYAKI!!!!!”
Vinayaki’s ears extended, her hand stopped mid-air as she was reaching for another modak.
“It is Mata Parvati’s call. I hear some major trouble in her voice.” Vinayaki sprung up from her relaxed cross-legged posture. Her pot-belly falling on the feet of her vermillion coloured body. She blew a conch held in her left hand to assure Parvati that she was on her way.