Part 2 in Devansha Series
The time has started ticking for the Mantri sisters. They have finally retrieved Vijaya and secured their place in Gurukul.
But will everything stay normal for Mantri Sisters after Adya's challenge to Asura raj Virat? Will...
Music for the Chapter: Kiston by Jubin Nautiyal from Roohi
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Sometimes I actually believe that somehow my father and my mother forgot to pass down that 'serene, calm and thoughtful' gene to me. I'm quite quick to act and unsteady at my feet. I keep doing something crazy all the time.
The Gurukul was starting to get empty. All the students were returning home. May to June everyone has holidays. Students who have to travel far down south use portals.
Nanashree Bhrigu had finally sent all his students to their homes and was packing his things. I walked up to him. He smiled when he saw me.
"You're returning to Satyaloka?" I asked him. He smiled. He showed me a beautiful saree. "It is beautiful. Did you buy it for nanimaa?"
He nodded a no. "We are people who live as hermits, Alaknanda. What use is such spurt of colours for us? We choose simple clothing." He answered.
It was a handwoven saree. So beautiful. "Where did you buy it?"
"I didn't buy it. Khyati and I every year make a saree for Sri." He answered. His smile was so beautiful when he looked at the saree. He could almost see maa wearing the saree.
"You make sarees?"
"Not for everyone. We don't have money because we've left it far behind. So, we grow the needed materials and make it."
"But how will you give it to maa? We don't know where she is."
He pointed to his heart. "In here. Where else would a daughter live for her father?"
I chuckled. I should have expected. His smile was so beautiful when she thought of maa. He loved her a lot. He looked at me.
"When I look at you, you remind me of her so much. You look so much like her when she was the same age as you." He added, holding my face.
"Only, a bit of difference in fashion, I guess. Maa would have worn pretty lehengas." I added with a chuckle.
I looked at the saree. Red and Green. The love with which it was made only made it more beautiful. More expensive than any designer clothes anyone could own.
"How will you give it to her? Do you send it to Vaikuntha for safekeeping?" I asked him.
He smiled at me.
"No, every year, we offer it to Padmavati Temple. At least that way we would feel that she has worn it." He explained. I had seen several people make offerings to the temples with a lot of devotion but this love was beautiful.
My grandparents and I travelled to Tiruchanur. We reached there through a portal then walked to the temple. I wore a kurti and jeans with it. A red kurti with green designs on them. The temple was beautiful. The idol was even more beautiful. She sat in a padmasana pose on a lotus throne which is called Padmapeetham in Telugu. It resembled the image of her with two large elephants doing abhishek of her with golden tumblers. Two arms holdings lotuses and the two hands in Abhaya mudra and varada mudra.
