Srirangam 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.

Set in 13th century against the backdrop of temple city of Srirangam. The story is about a Devadasi named Vasanthika and her struggle between life and death during changing political scenario of south when ruling Pandya clan is ousted by a new imperial dynasty.

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?"