With blessings from Lord Mahadev,
For Pinaka is very dear to Him,
I held the garland in my hand,
And held my breath in anticipation.
I knew Maa Gauri had given me Her blessings,
And Her boon never goes in vain,
My eyes scrolled through the hall,
But they couldn't meet their destined pair.
I wondered if the Princes had been invited,
Or were they left out by mistake,
So I glanced at my baba,
And He smiled and nodded His head in confirmation.
How sweetly He knew my heart's desire,
Or maybe it was too evident from the glow on my face,
The glow is love, for love is so beautiful,
That it makes you appear more beautiful.
The ceremony began, and my heart was beating faster,
I couldn't dare look up, both in fear and excitement,
Fear that what if someone else conquers the bow,
Before My beloved gets a chance.
Excitement because, this is the day,
I've been waiting for all this while,
My heart, my soul, will finally be complete,
When I marry Him, with whom I am destined.
My only companion, who understands my emotions,
Urmila, gave me Her versions of the ongoing events,
For Her emotions are so pure and rare,
Looking at Her face, revealed what's going on in front.
And I knew that by now,
No one could even lift the bow,
Forget about stringing it,
And ofcourse, no one could even win my heart either.
Finally, the competition was on it's verge of completion,
Everyone was angry at my innocent sage like father,
For they thought that it was a planned mockery,
Since none of the strongest warriors could lift the bow.
Rishi Vishwamitra sent forward His disciples,
And my heart hummed a different tune,
So vivid, that it forced me to look up,
And I looked at Him, with eyes full of love.
There He was, so beautiful like sunrise,
Walking up to the Pinaka,
Dazzling like a God Himself,
Dressed in beautiful royal silks.
His pace is soft and calm,
And the rhythm matches my heart beat,
He gently comes up and folds His hands,
Bows down in front of the bow seeking permission.
Gold ornaments, crown on His head,
Golden drapes, tilak on His forehead,
Sandalwood and fresh fragrance,
Fills the entire hall.
His charm and divinity,
Rises through the air around,
And you can tell that,
From the innocent calm smile on His face.
His eyes, lotus shaped,
Glittering and full of adoration,
Almost as if, He reciprocates my feelings and approval,
I could hear Him although we didn't exchange a word yet.
Even though He looks like a human,
He is far greater than one,
It's His humility and grace,
That keeps Him so grounded.
He touches the bow,
And a shiver runs down my spine,
My heart is pounding faster,
And my lips move quickly whispering prayers.
I close my eyes, and remember Maa Gauri,
I feel so many emotions,
Happiness, love, excitement, fear,
All come together in a wave of divinity.
Urmila squeezes my hand,
And I know that it must be some good news,
So I open my eyes to look at Him,
Shining brightly, the illustrious ideal man.
He lifts the bow,
In an attempt to string it,
A thunder ran down the hall,
And the bow breaks into two.
He looks at me,
And we make eye contact again,
And I can clearly hear Him say,
"Sita, Ram can break the bow but can never break His commitment."
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Letters Of Love - Divine Devotion
Spiritual"All of these skies and earths, the winds and breeze are witness to My Love. They shall carry My message to My Lord for I eagerly wait for Him to come to Me." How beautiful is this world where we can see a reflection of the Divine everywhere around...
