Sanskrit Stories

'Beauty reflects the Heart Bravery reflects the Soul' Etched into the minds of each Kirenian and the seal of the envelope Manika received as she was chosen to serve the palace, the two lined slogan runs deep in the veins of all society in Kirena. Always there in the back of their minds when they meet someone, lying just beneath thoughts when they judge character and concealed beneath the blanket of old wisdom, the words have seldom helped the beautiful or the wretched. The Masked Sisters deflected the echoing words, an organisation allowed under religion, respected under tradition and thriving in the world that despises scrutiny and scrutinises every aspect of a person. For in such a world, the best way for a person to live, is under the mask of venrance. This is the story of Manika, the last sister to serve the palace. ⊹₊⟡ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ⊹₊⟡⋆˚⊹₊⟡ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ⊹₊⟡⋆˚

BOOK 1 OF FORBIDDEN SERIES Two kingdoms. One war. And a fire that refused to be extinguished. The battlefield reeked of blood and victory. But all he could see were her eyes-fierce, defiant, brown like the earth that birthed warriors. And in that moment, Rana Abhidev Singh Chauhan, Maharaj of Badhangarh, the undefeated lion of Aryavart, felt something he had never felt before. Not fear. Not mercy. Obsession. He didn't know her name. But he knew one thing-he would have her. As his wife. His queen. His forever. Even if she came for his throat

THEIR WIVES, THEIR WARS Three Brothers. Three Brides. One Home. Endless Silence. - Ishaan Rawat: "Tumhare jaane ke baad jise main gale lagaoon... kaash wo maut ho." ( After you leave, whoever I embrace... I hope it's death.) To the world, Ishaan is composed. To Sanya Bansal , he's a storm behind silence. Now that she's or we can say he is choosing divorce, he says nothing-but he inside , he's drowning in words he's too scared to speak. There's a reason he never could love out loud... and that reason is darker than anyone knows. - Arjun Rawat : "Kiss ke liye sab darwaze band karke bhi hum khidki se niharna hum nahi chodte." (Even if all the doors are closed for a someone , we'll still sneak a look through the window.) Tied to Snehal Shinde through tradition, Arjun plays it cool. Witty. Chaotic. But beneath the flirt is confusion wrapped in unspoken guilt. His world isn't black and white-it never was. And when reality bends, so does his sense of what's right. - Ishvik Rawat : "Rok dena mera janaza jab uska ghar aaye... kahin wo khidki se dekhe aur mera dil dhadak jaye." ( Stop my funeral when we pass her house... maybe she'll look out the window, and my heart will beat once more.) He loved Chhavi Thakur with the kind of honesty people dream of. But even love this deep has shadows. As he roams Himachal with a restless heart, he wonders if loving someone is enough when her eyes are always looking somewhere else. Three brothers. Three shattered truths wrapped in silence, secrets, and soul-cracking choices. Some wounds don't bleed... they echo.

Ṛṡyaśṛṅga guesses that his visitor Alambusā is a woman, a human dimorphic to himself. However, Alambusā dislikes to have a womanly body, preferring to be a man. Alambusa Ārśyaśṛṅgi is the name of a Rākṣasa warrior in Mahābhārata: Alambusa, son of Ṛśyaśṛṅga. My story of the conversation between his parents Alambusā and Ṛśyaśṛṅga builds upon details found in Mahābhārata and Alambusā-jātaka. Unlike other versions of Ṛśyaśṛṅga's story (Mahābhārata and Naḷinikā-jātaka) in which he is the principal character and his misgendering of a sensual woman with masculine and ascetic attributes is humourous, Alambusā-jātaka focusses on Alambusā's spirituality, humility, and extraordinary beauty that Ṛśyaśṛṅga mostly recognizes as feminine. My story inverts Alambusā's motives along with gender identity. The title is Pāḷi and means "Mixed Alambusā Wants Ṛśyaśṛṅga To Mix." Similar words are repeated in the verses of Alambusā-jātaka, but I have changed their inflection from feminine to masculine. The second chapter tells the story of the duel between Bhīma's son Ghaṭotkaca and Duryodhana's son Lakṣmaṇa. Cover credit: oye_nakhrewaali of India Forums

Again a short experimental story, exploring the story of Angulimal and the concept of time in myth. Lots of whimsy. Please rate and share if you like it, and leave a comment if you don't. Happy reading!

Today, 25 March 2020 is the first day of Chaitra Navaratri . 'Navaratri' is a Sanskrit word meaning Nine Nights. is an auspicious festival of 9 days in which the 9 incarnations of Hindu Goddess of War - Durga. So I will be posting the famous stories of each of these 9 incarnations.

This is my historical fiction on the Maratha Empire What if the Maratha Empire never ended but instead became the imperial power just like Europeans and Japan. How would India in the 21st Century look like in this alternative universe

Verses from Our Great Indian Sanskrit scriptures.

Modern Haiku

Go on a spiritual trip into the essence of yoga with the ultimate step being to learn Sanskrit first. In this way, the classical language becomes the key to open the doors to the yogic scriptures and other old books and texts. Through immersion into Sanskrit, yoga practitioners can understand the full depth of spiritual knowledge and by that become more authentic and more committed to their practice.

This is just going to be me posting about how im feeling or something that happened in my life or sometime maybe just random stuff. I don't really have a set medium so I might post poems or prose or maybe an essay if I feel like it. My writing generally sucks so sorry in advance if you decide to read this. I don't really have an update schedule and will just end up posting if I felt like writing something worthwhile that day. Most of the time I might be talking about trying to figure out my feelings and they usually fall into the range of sad, numb, very sad, and torture (myself, fictional characters). I might also talk a lot about politics because it's something I find really interesting. Anyways if this doesn't sound interesting your probably not going to like my writing so read on to torture yourself or leave, your choice really.

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