Andal Stories

She could feel the intimacy of the name Vishnucittatmaja, and in that tone which rumbled like thunder clouds. A smile adorned her face. Satyaa had read a similar description of Krishna in the Mahabharata, and the tone in her heart was His. She knew somehow, that He had imprinted His tenderness into her somehow. But then again, was anything a coincidence when it came to Narayana? ***** Satyaa Vishnuchittan's journey is more Hari filled now, and has hints of Shiva due to new friends as well. She has started writing more, has started exploring, and learning truths that her heart had known but the mind had not processed. And yet, the base of it all is always where she begins- Narayana. A tale of love, empowerment, Bhakti and sacrifice, but also of the ground realities of this era. Book 2 of the VishnuSatyaa world. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

{ AndalRangamannar modern } "When I showed your horoscope to an astrologer, he said, 'your daughter has a horoscope like Thaayar in the form of Satyabhama. She will marry only her Krishna.'" "And that is true, Appa," Satyaa said simply, smiling at him. Seeing the expression on his face, she said, taking his hand in hers, "You taught me Bhakti to Hari. That Bhakti fructified to love, Appa. When marriage comes around, I will marry my Krishna only, in whatever form He comes. I have full faith in His coming." "Like Andal had in Him, isn't it so?" ***** Satyaa Vishnuchittan had felt from a young age that her life was for Hari, and Hari alone. Her father, Vishnuchittan, and mother, Padmini, were ardent Vishnu devotees, and had taught her love to Ranganatha since she was very young. A love which flourished as she grew, a love which turned romantic, and thrummed eternal. Her love, needing a voice, caused her to become active on social media, and from there, Vishnu takes Her on a ride, showing her the power of her own voice. A tale of love, empowerment, Bhakti and sacrifice. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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So easily they left me my lustre, my bangles, thought, sleep I am destroyed. Compassionate clouds I sing of Govinda's virtues lord of Venkatam, where cool waterfalls leap. How long can this alone guard my life? A fatigued sigh left the blushing pink lips of Thirumagal. She gazed tearfully towards the sky. Oh, how she hungers to see a glimpse of his transcendental visage! She never belonged here. He was her only sanctuary. She was solely only his! Her heart bleeds at every moment spent away from her lord. Her eyes were longing to see his glorious lotus feet. She yearns to become the flute that eternally rests upon his divine lips, singing the tune of pure love for aeons to come. Pearl-like tears dripped down her lotus eyes. "Swami", her lips quivered. "How shall I find serenity without you? I yearn for you day and night. My soul voices only your name. Please fulfil this selfish request of mine and do come and settle within my eyes." A soothing breeze blew drying her pearly tears away. Kothai chuckled. It is as if her lord was placating her. " Chaliya Mohan", she playfully pouted and rebuked him. "Andal", the breeze lovingly whispered. "My beloved, wait for me. I shall come for you soon." Kothai perplexed turned her gaze towards the dark clouds. "Swami?"