Maiyaan = Mother
Bahu = Daughter-in-law
Aarti = flames use in prayers
Prasad = sweets offered to the God during prayers
As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the sky, a gentle chime echoed through a three-tiered bungalow.
A woman in her late 40s stood in the courtyard, bell in one hand, and aarti in other, offering morning prayer to the divine. The soft clinking of the bell with the sweet songs of birds, filing the atmosphere with peace and tranquility.
The morning dew glistening on the lush of greenery surrounding the courtyard, reflecting the gentle light, as if nature itself was awakening to join in her prayer.
With each rings, her eyes closed, and her lips moved in silent devotion, invoking the mighty to guide her through the day as she recited the Gayatri Mantra before the Sun:
"𝑶𝒎 𝑩𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝑩𝒉𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒉 𝑺𝒗𝒂𝒉𝒂
𝑻𝒂𝒕 𝑺𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒓 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂𝒎
𝑩𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒚𝒂 𝑫𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒉𝒊
𝑫𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐 𝒀𝒐 𝑵𝒂𝒉 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕."
Bowing for the last time in front of the almighty, she turned to leave. Her feet carried her to her mother-in-law's room, seeking blessing and offering aarti.
An elderly woman likely, in her late 70s, sat on her bed, eyes serenly closed. A Tulsi mala layed in her hand, its beads gently gliding between her fingers as she recited the mantra. Her lips moved with a soft, peaceful rhythm, exuding an aura of calm devotion.
With each tender touch of the mala, the old woman's face seemed to radiate a deep sense of inner peace, as if the very act of prayer had transported her to a realm of spiritual serenity.
Her prayer came to a gentle close, and eyes opened slowly accompanied by a warm smile across her face. Her gaze fell upon her daughter-in-law, and her eyes sparkled with affection.
When the former woman touched her feet in reverence, the elderly woman's hands instinctively rose to her head in a blessing. Her voice, calm and soothing, whispered words of benediction. "May the divine guide and protect you, Anusuiya. May your path filled with love, peace, and harmony."
Anusuiya's face faltered, and her voice cracked with worry. "Just my child come back to me. I do not want anything else."
The elderly woman gently ran her hands over the aarti and sought blessings. Her eyes locked onto Anusuiya's. "Do not lose faith, bahu. He will return, I assure you."
Anusuiya's lips trembled as she fought to hold back tears. "It has been over two weeks, maiyaan." The weight of her concern and uncertainty hang in the air as she clung to her mother-in-law's words of comfort and assurance.
Anusuiya turned to leave with measured and deliberate steps.
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She entered her bedroom, the aarti still clutched in her hands, its gentle glow illuminating her path.
Inside, a man in his mid-50s, dressed in a simple white kurta, was pacing slowly beside the bed. His features were stern, etched with concern and fatigue. Anusuiya offered him the aarti, and he accepted it with a gentle nod running his hand over the flame.
"Has your precious prince finally awoken?" His voice sliced through the air, laced with sarcasm and disdain.
Anusuiya's head shook was met with his mocking nod.
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