Hari Ananta Hari Katha Ananta
In the magnanimous ocean of the stories of Sriman Narayana, this is a small effort to bring short imaginary glimpses of him.
The idea is show glimpses of the eternal bliss that is Madhava. His stories just as sweet as...
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Kanak Bhavan was exactly as per its name. The gold and granite palace boasted of being Daasharathi's personal residence. Now, it also boasted being a home to Sita Rama.
The morning sun was yet to appear in the sky but the announcement of its arrival was already there.
Siya's eyes opened with the sound of sparrows and morning birds. The first thing her sleepy eyes captured was curly long hair. The squared broad shoulders. The long arms and the sacred thread across. The fingers held the rings.
'Did his anga vastra fall off?' Siya wondered and started to look around only to realize that it was wrapped around her. She had the blanket taken completely off him and roped around her along with the anga vastra.
Siya leaned just a little, doing her best to be extremely silent and still steal the early morning glance of her husband.
His eyes were closed, and there was calm spread across his face. His tilaka was a little smudged from turning in sleep. His chest is bared from heavy jewelry so that he doesn't struggle while sleeping.
The two eyes opened suddenly and Siya almost lost her balance, falling over him. Before she fell over him and hit the ground he caught her.
"Actually, I... I was looking for your anga vastra..." She made some excuse. He chuckled.
"Isn't it supposed to be morning? Why are my eyes seeing the moon rather than the sun?" He asked, pulling her up on the bed.
"Really? I am definitely looking at the sun. I don't know what your sleepy eyes are dreaming. I'm definitely seeing the sun..." She added, teasingly.
"Does the sun have dark skin, Siya?"
"My sun definitely does. Why do I care about what someone else's sun looks like?"
Rama chuckled sleepily. "You seem to pull my anga vastra and the blanket in your sleep. You seemed a little too comfortable for me to pull it off you."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean you to sleep without the blanket..." She muttered.
He smiled at her. "It's alright. I don't care about blankets wrapping me or not when you are happy."
A smile spread her face. "I didn't mean to wake you up with noise. Sleep. I'll wake you up in a while." She assured with the same smile.
"The noise and the stare woke me up. More of the stare and less the noise."
Siya got off the bed and corrected her dupatta. Rama watched her stretch a bit and sigh softly.
"Sleep. I'll wake you." She suggested.
"It already ran away. Not returning any time soon."
Siya walked over to him, and closed his eyes, "How about Surya vamsa tilaka closes his eyes for a while and lets the sun see its beloved child?"
