RangaDasi - A Dance Of Devotion

I was born for him -
To be with him, to serve him, to love him.
My eyes seek only his validation.
My heart beats only for his name.
My hands ache to touch only his presence.
My feet move only in his direction.
My body bends, curves, and surrenders - only under his gaze.

They say,
"Without devotion, love cannot survive.
And without love, devotion cannot be attained."

And my devotion for him is untouched, unwavering. My heart is filled with a love that belongs only to him - The one my eyes are forever searching for.

As I tied the strings of my anklets-anklets that once chimed with devotion but would ring with destruction tonight-I wrapped myself in silk, coiled my hair, and adorned it with Kanakambaram flowers. But not with love this time.

Tonight, they burn with fury.

When the forces of destruction shook my city-our heaven, Srirangam-with the invasion of those others, I made a decision. A choice born not from fear but fire: to show them what real devotion is. The power of love. The might of the one who seeks nothing but gives everything.

When the army of Delhi Sultanate neared the temple-our divine abode-I knew what to do. I knew no mortal hand driven by violence and greed would be allowed to touch him. To see him. They did not deserve the sight. Not even a glimpse.

So tonight, my legs will move. My body will curve. My lips will sing. And my hands-my hands will kill.

For those who believe they can rule, who think they can take what was never theirs-I will show them what a dance of destruction truly looks like.

Every yuga, when man thinks he is god, my god rises to remind them who the real one is.

But this time, he is not alone. He has me.

I am Vellayi.
The Devadasi of Srirangam.
The one they call a living goddess.
But to him... I am just his simple love.
All my life, I have lived, breathed, and danced for only one.
To me, he is everything.
My Ranga.

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