Anjali ek ankahi dastaan

ch 3 beginning of a new journey

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Om Jai shiv omkara
Prabhu har shiv omkara
Bramha Vishnu sadashiv
Ardhaanghi dhaara

Om Jai shiv omkara

Om Jai shiv omkara
Prabhu har shiv omkara
Bramha Vishnu sadashiv
Ardhaanghi dhaara
Om jai shiv omkara..........

Loud temple bells filled the air, and the sweet sound of Aarti echoed all around.

A tired girl, out of breath from running, bent over, resting her hands on her knees. As her breathing slowed, she heard faint voices nearby. Her curiosity stirred, and she decided to follow the sounds.

The voices grew louder, mixing with the soft ringing of bells and a soothing hymn. She soon found herself standing at the grand steps of a beautiful temple.

The Aarti prayers carried through the air, and the words sounded something like this:

Om jai shiv omkara
Om jai shiv omkara
Prabhu har shiv omkara
Brahma Vishnu sadashiv
Ardhaanghi dhaara
Om jai shiv omkara

The peaceful chant seemed to welcome her, calming her racing heart.

She softly chanted, "Om Namo Parvati Pataye, Har Har Mahadev," as she walked toward the temple stairs.

The sound of Aarti filled the morning air, spreading peace and calmness all around. The grand temple stood tall, its bells ringing in harmony with the devotional hymns. The animals and birds seemed enchanted by the soothing melody, as if drawn to its magic. But today, the sound carried something special—an extra charm that made nature itself seem joyful. The birds chirped excitedly, as if they'd found their favorite tune.

This morning was different. For someone, it was a morning of hope and renewal after a long journey of loss. For others, it began like every day, with the Aarti dedicated to Lord Shiva.

Then, a soft, sweet voice began to sing. It was the voice of a young girl, gentle yet powerful, echoing through the temple like a blessing:

"Ekanan chaturanan, Panchanan raaje,
Swami panchanan raaje,
Hansasan garudasan, Vrishvahan saaje,
Om Jai Shiv Omkara..."

Her voice was pure and melodious, like the sweetest song, filling the hearts of everyone who heard it with peace and joy. The sound was so soothing, it felt as though even the air and sky paused to listen. That morning became unforgettable—a moment when devotion and nature came together in perfect harmony.

after some time

As the Aarti ended, Pandit ji turned to see a young girl standing quietly in a corner. She was wearing a wedding dress, her hands folded, eyes closed in prayer.

Curious, he walked toward her. “Who are you, beta?” he asked gently. “And what are you doing here so early in the morning?”

The girl flinched slightly at his sudden question. “Pandit ji, I… I am Ishika,” she stammered, her voice trembling. She looked scared, unsure how to explain herself.

Pandit ji’s kind expression gave her some courage. She took a deep breath and introduced herself again. “Pandit ji, I am Ishika Mehta,” she said softly. “Can you… can you help me?” Her voice shook, and her face looked burdened with worry.