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harinishivaa · 9 months

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Haimavati

Just a small snippet on UmaShankara.

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The Universe was humming in a melody of pure Joy, taking its cue from the beautiful notes that sprung from the Lotus hands of Sarasvati, as She played Her Veena by gently strumming the strings. Happiness for the Universe was arriving soon, and even in the depth of His meditation, Shiva knew well who it was, and why said happiness was wafting like the fragrance of Sati through Amarnath.

A smile alighted Shiva's face as the mula roopa of His other half who was ever with Him arose from the light that had the source as Mena's womb. She shone like molten gold, Her skin having taken the form of Her Kaalika roopa. Her Lotus petal eyes shone in Love, Compassion and Gentleness, even though those same ones looked like fury for those who followed the path of Adharma. She was the Mother of the Universe, much like He Himself was the Father, as well as the Protectress, which is very visible in the thousands of arms containing different weapons.

He knew She was encapsulated in His aura, and He in Hers, both ever the same, two halves of One. He was called Ardhanaarishvara, for She was one half of Him; Shiva and Shivaani, both the very same.

He smiled in gentle affection at the prayers of the Devas to their Mother, and blessed Her, for He could feel Her heart yearning for them. With a smile of maternal affection and a blessing of all wishes coming true for the Devas, Shivaani vanished into the womb of Mena once more, the latter's labour kickstarting immediately.

Delight filled Shiva, as She was born in the tithi that would be famous for His aaradhya Sri Rama, Her skin as dark as Her elder brother's, Her beauty outshining all beauty in the Universe, Her love for Him singing through every inch of her tiny body. He smiled, gentle, yet wide, joyful yet mysterious, a sign of all that was to come at the birth of Shivaani as Haimavati, the daughter of Himavan.

"Uma," He whispered, Her name in His baritone reverberating across the Universe, the name one that made His heart soar as if He were not a God, a name which was Sati's, and one that will be Haimavati's in the future, a name so dear to Him, much like every single name of His beloved's.

With another smile, this time tender and deep, Shiva resorted back to His meditation, knowing that Her childhood will be one filled with not just one form of Parattva, but every single form, owing to the equal views of Her parents.

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fromthemoonseyes · 6 months

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self portrait in baddha konasana.

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pathofregeneration · 2 years

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The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali: Meditation, part IV

“23. The state of abstract meditation may be attained by profound devotedness towards the Supreme spirit considered in its comprehensible manifestation as Ishwara.

It is said that this profound devotedness is a pre-eminent means of attaining abstract meditation and its fruits. ‘Ishwara’ is The Spirit in the body.

24. Ishwara is a spirit, untouched by troubles, works, fruits of works, or desires.

25. In Ishwara becomes infinite that omniscience which in man exists but as a germ.

26. Ishwara is the preceptor of all, even of the earliest of created beings, for He is not limited by time.

27. His name is OM. ...

30. The obstacles in the way of him who desires to attain concentration are Sickness, Languor, Doubt, Carelessness, Laziness, Addiction to objects of sense, Erroneous Perception, Failure to attain any stage of abstraction, and Instability in any state when attained.

31. These obstacles are accompanied by grief, distress, trembling, and sighing.

32. For the prevention of these, one truth should be dwelt upon.

Any accepted truth which one approves, is here meant.

33. Through the practicing of Benevolence, Tenderness, Complacency, and Disregard for objects of happiness, grief, virtue, and vice, the mind becomes purified.

The chief occasions for distraction of the mind are Covetousness and Aversion, and what the aphorism means is, not that virtue and vice should be viewed with indifference by the student, but that he should not fix his mind with pleasure upon happiness or virtue, nor with aversion upon grief or vice, in others, but should regards all with an equal mind; and the practice of Benevolence, Tenderness, and Complacency brings about cheerfulness of the mind, which tends to strength and steadiness.

34. Distractions may be combatted by a regulated control or management of the breath in inspiration, retention, and exhalation. ...

40. The student whose mind is thus steadied obtains a mastery which extends from the Atomic to the Infinite.”

— William Q. Judge, The Yoga Aphorisms of Patanjali (Book I)

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gobugabuge · 10 months

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michelleberrybliss · 2 months

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Harnessing the Healing Power of Yoga Chikitsa: A Journey to Wellness and Wholeness

Yoga Chikitsa, rooted in ancient Yoga wisdom, is a holistic healing practice addressing body, mind, and spirit through asana, pranayama, and mindfulness. Central principles like non-violence and truthfulness guide this transformative journey.

In the quest for holistic healing and well-being, few practices hold as much transformative potential as Yoga Chikitsa. Rooted in the ancient wisdom of Yoga, Chikitsa—which translates to “therapy” or “healing” in Sanskrit—offers a comprehensive approach to health that addresses the body, mind, and spirit. Now, let’s explore the profound healing power of Yoga Chikitsa and its ability to guide us…

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yehsahihai · 9 months

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Panivaanavan

Second collab with @harinishivaa and oh my god, there were so many butterflies while writing this

The night sky twinkled serenely like a million stars, the full moon glowing brightly. Arulmozhi Varman sighed when he saw Vanathi’s eyes in the stars and face in the moon . Why is she still haunting his thoughts?

Ever since he’d rescued her from falling into the canal, it seemed as though all streams of thought led back to her. More specifically to the way she had felt in his arms. Was this even right for a man to be feeling?

But why was it so natural with her? When he had seen her falling it seemed like the most natural thing to run to rescue her. Then why did it feel like a line had been crossed between the two of them? And then she had slid out of his arms and it had felt like there was a sudden thrum under his skin, urging him to not let her go, to keep her in his arms. It was most bizarre.

She had been fully clothed, for heaven’s sake.

He had never even touched her skin.

And all he could think of now was how soft her skin was. He had touched her palm in an entirely planned fashion, and the softness of it…

He had stayed awake many a night wondering if the rest of her was as soft as her palm as well, then mentally berated himself for thinking as such.

Just as he was thinking of getting back to his chambers, the soft voice of Vanathi reached him. She was singing some unknown tune, it seemed, as she walked into the clearing he was in.

Vanathi had been having a difficult few days. Ever since her near-fall into the canal it seemed as though something around her had fundamentally shifted. More specifically, it felt as though something had changed in her relationship with Ponniyin Selvan.

They gravitated to touches often, and even light shoulder brushes when possible. What had changed? She had worn her night clothes, bare of jewelry and with her hair in a loose bun, she looked like some mad woman, she knew. But it wasn’t like anybody would be around to see her, she thought.

She walked into a clearing humming, when she met the eyes of the one who held her heart in his palms. She froze as she saw him, taking in how he too seemed to be bare of any jewellery, without an upper cloth. The blush that overtook her was so hot she wondered if her colouring matched the kumkum that was given during poojas.

Arulmozhi was frozen. What was she wearing? How had he never seen her in this? Is this what she wore to sleep? Bare shouldered and bare waisted? With a single cloth covering her chest area? Hair half open, strands of it flitting around her face?

Ishvara, save me, he prayed, even as he took a step forward toward her.

Vanathi felt her breath hitch as she saw him move towards her, the intensity of his gaze unfamiliar to her except for her occasional dream.

“Vanathi, Ardha raatriyil inge? (Vanathi, you are here in the middle of the night?)” he questioned her, gaze roving over her face and body, not really bothering to hide his reaction this time. Something about her glow in the full moon and stars made him bolder than usual.

Vanathi visibly shuddered at his tone. Since when was his voice so deep? Was this a dream or reality itself?

“I couldn’t sleep, Ilavarase,” she said shyly, well aware of his lingering gaze, but feeling completely comfortable due to the deep respect in his eyes despite the intensity that radiated from them.

Arulmozhi’s brow furrowed as he heard her response. Was she not well? Did she get injured earlier?

“Vanathi, is your health fine? Should I call…”

“Selvare I am perfectly fine. Just….”

“Restless”, she concluded, still looking at his face, afraid that if she looked anywhere else she would give away all the feelings jumping in tandem with her heartbeat.

“Why, is something the matter?” He felt as if she was restless for the same reason as him.

“Not e-exactly, my Prince.” She stuttered out, trying not to turn red once again when he seemed to smirk knowingly.

“Is that so? It seems we are sharing a similar restlessness, Devi,” his gaze darkened when his eyes fell on her bare shoulders. By the heavens, what was she thinking?

Suddenly realsing the state of undress she was in, in front of Ponniyin Selvan no less, Vanathi’s eyes widened. Ishavara, what must he be thinking of her, looking like this?

“What is it, Vanathi?” He asked, concerned.

“I–we- you”, Vanathi attempted to string together a coherent sentence, even as he took another step towards her, a smile playing on his lips.

“Wonderful”, she thought. “Now I really should add lunacy to my long list of accomplishments, like he said.”

Clearing her throat, she cast her eyes downwards, determined to not let him reduce her to such a mess.

He stepped into her personal space, itching to touch her waist, feel her soft skin. Vanathi, look at me, he pleaded in his mind. He saw as Vanathi took in a deep breath, the flush on her cheeks much more prominent now that he was closer. He mentally preened at being able to draw such a reaction out of her.

What was he doing, why was he doing this? She tried to look at him discreetly, only to meet his eyes full on. She felt her body shiver at his nearness, yearning to sink into his arms and feel him around and in her.

“I should go.” She nodded in affirmation.

“Really?”

“Yes. I should go because if someone sees us here it would not be good for you, or your reputation.”

Arulmozhi cocked his head to one side as he continued studying her, causing her heart to cartwheel in her chest. Her entire body felt hot, and she wished she could take a dip in a pond or lake in the clothes she was in, but his presence stopped her.

“My reputation? Vanathi, what about yours then?” he asked, still watching her with an intense gaze. She seemed to be blushing all over her body, and he was filled with a wish to feel the blush under his palms. He could see the blush disappear under her upper cloth and wondered if it extended till-

No. He could not go there. And yet….

“M-mine? It will be fine, my Prince,” she said. She knew her reputation of being in love with him was one many knew, and one she was proud to have. Even if he didn’t know it or trust it even if he did…

‘That’s enough negativity, Vanathi, you idiot,’ she chided herself, looking at his now darkened eyes. Oh why did he look at her like that?

“Will it? You are alone, with a young man…”

“Said young man is respectful of me,” she retorted, annoyed that he was trying to find fault with himself. She blushed when his smirk widened at her words.

“You are defending me to me?”

“Indeed I am, my Prince,” she said, raising her head defiantly.

“The maiden I met at Thirunallam is back,” he said in awe, tracing her features. “Why did she disappear?”

“She thought she had made a grave error in calling the one meant to rule the three worlds as Yaanai Paaga,” she said, hoping he would read in between her words.

“The Yaanai Paaga has only been yearning for that maiden,” he confessed, gently taking her palms in his, trying not to groan at how soft they were. He saw her shiver, but felt her palms tighten around his, and he could not help the brilliant smile that made its way to his face.

“I am sorry, my Prince. My idiocy at running away cost us an early understanding,” whispered Vanathi.

“I should have been better to you,” he whispered, pulling her close. “And I will, hereafter.”

“Ilavarase, are you saying what I think you are?”

“What do you think I’m saying, Vanathi?”

“That you feel for me as I do for you,” she whispered, shyness overcoming her as she ducked her head down, looking at his feet rather than his eyes.

“I’m not quite sure I understand. After all, you did say there are so many matters to engage my mind.”

Vanathi gaped at the prince whose eyes seemed to be twinkling with mischief. Surely this could not be the same Ponnyin Selvan who, she had heard so much about. This childishness, the teasing, the laughter that he seemed to be holding back…. Where had this come from? Shaking her head, she took a step away from him, determined to not lose all sense of control.

“Tell me, Devi.”

“If you do not know, how can I tell you, Ilavarase?”

He smirked, gently pulling her back close. “Hmmmm… I'm sure there are ways to remind you Ilavarasi”, Arulmozhi said, his skin burning at every point where her body touched his. Ishvara why did she have to be so soft, so lovely?

Vanathi drew in a sharp breath as she felt his arm around her waist, securely holding her, until she was almost fully pressed against him. She saw the darkening of his eyes as her chest brushed his with each breath and instinctively moved to put her hands on his shoulders. She felt his breath hitch, and slowly, shy but sure, she trailed her hands down his arms, feeling his hardened warrior skin with delight.

Aulmozhi drew in a shuddering breath as he felt her hands move to trace his arms, stopping occasionally to linger or trace imaginary shapes on them. It was all too much; her doe eyes peering at him, her soft frame pressed against his, her petal like hands touching him. He could have sworn that there were actual sparks flying where her hands traced over him. Shutting his eyes tight, he prayed that she wouldn’t notice the small shiver that ran through him at her touch, even as his arms moved to encircle her waist tighter.

She paused, thinking she had done something wrong.

“Why did you stop, Vanathi?” he opened his eyes to meet hers, reading the worry in them. Was she thinking she did something wrong? To encourage her, he said, almost ordered, “Continue.”

Vanathi bit her lips lightly as the realisation struck her that the prince was more than a little affected by her. She touched only her fingertips to his arms, gently tracing again, trying not to laugh in sheer happiness.

Arulmozhi shuddered as her hands resumed their journey, doing his best to not collapse where he stood.

Vanathi, on the other hand, was starting to feel hot, for his skin, hardened with his hefting heavy swords, spears and axes like they were nothing, felt warm under her palms, his biceps rippling under her touch. She could feel his power as she traced his arms and shoulders over and over- was it even possible for someone with such power to hold this much control over himself?

Her Prince was incredibly unique.

Vanathi dipped her head down, as a smile made its way onto her face as a sudden flash of boldness overtook her. She wanted to see how far his control went. She could see that she impacted him. Now she wanted to find out exactly how much of an impact she had on him. Tracing one hand upwards, she reached his shoulder, biting the inside of her cheek as she trailed one finger down, moving to trace his abdomen, even as she felt him clench his muscles at her touch.

She was testing him, wasn’t she? His bold maiden… He had done his best not to react too outwardly, though it was clear Vanathi was not fooled. Her touch to his abdomen made him clench his muscles, wondering how the petal touch of a single finger made his muscles want to flex, as if to show off for her. Yet, exerting the highest restraint he could, he gazed at her, not realizing the impact of his smoldering gaze.

Vanathi shuddered as she met his gaze, wondering if it were possible to spontaneously combust and liquiefy at the same time. “Ishvara this is unfair”, she thought. Why did he get to be so.. So perfect? How was anyone not to love him?

Maybe now was his time…hmm. Arulmozhi moved closer and closer now, making her back away, till her back almost hit a tree, when he held her instead, softening the impact. His arms caged her against the tree, as his eyes traced her face, though alternately focusing between her plump red lips and darkened gaze, the pink on her cheeks now obvious all over her in a deeper shade.

Vanathi stopped breathing altogether, as she realised she could feel the warmth of his body against her own, their noses brushing against each other, his lips a breath away from hers. It was the most natural thing in the world for her to whisper, “Swami-”

“Vanathi,” he whispered, now focusing completely on her beautiful eyes, brighter than the stars.

“What-What are we doing?”

“I don’t know… but with you, it feels natural,” he whispered softly, gently touching her palms with his own now, bringing them up to his lips to kiss, finally letting the ocean of love he had pushed deep within him to be released.

Vanathi sighed happily, even as a thousand bolts seemed to strike her with his touch. Gently moving her hands out of his grip, she held her illavarase’s face, taking in a moment to just admire him. Had the universe made anything more perfect than him? Rising on her toes, she pressed her forehead to his, feeling her heart beat with his.

Arulmozhi was sure that no other moment in his life had ever felt as exquisite as this one. She truly was made for him, he thought, noting how each contour of her body seemed to fit against his, how her eyes made him feel alive from the inside. She was his, and he was hers; he knew that with absolute certainty. And when he had accepted her as his queen…

Vanathi let out a small gasp as he dipped his head towards her, giving her the perfect access to place a kiss on his forehead, a small tear making it’s way down her cheek as she registered the significance of the move.

Arulmozhi’s thumb instantly swept away the tear as it rolled down her face. Keeping their foreheads he smiled as he said, “En Idhaya Arasiye, unnidam endrume naan panindhavan thaan.” (Oh Queen of my heart, to you, I am always the one who bows down)

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talonabraxas · 4 months

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The deity that governs an entire solar system, of which the Sun is the outermost manifestation.

The Solar Logos has been equated with Ishvara or God of our system. The perceived divinity of the Sun has also been the basis of the various forms of sun-worship among the Persians, Indians, Greeks, Mayans and other ancient cultures.

Charles W. Leadbeater wrote that the Solar Logos represents what is meant by the title God. It has three aspects (the first, second and the third Logoi), and contains the seven planetary Logoi which are centers of forces or channels through which the forces of the Solar Logos flow out. From the Christian point of view, the three Logoi are equated with the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit.

"The heart is the secret inside the secret." --Rumi

Solar Deity Talon Abraxas

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jareckiworld · 2 years

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Chen Tianzhuo — Ishvara Portrait “Dyna” (imported light box cloth, aluminium back plate, 2020)

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thirst4light · 10 months

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In Memoriam

This is my first try at Vanmozhi Fanfiction. Inspired from the PS 2 movie scene. Planning to do a two part follow-up of this prologue. Let me know what you think!

Prologue

'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.’ (In Memoriam A. H. H., 27.13-17)

The sky of Thanjavur was strangely grey on a Vaikasi afternoon as the people waited for their beloved crown prince, Aditha Karikalan, to come home.

Only this time, there was no line of excited girls, wearing their best sarees, chattering away with their aarti thali on the steps of majestic Thanjavur fort, waiting to catch a glimpse of their handsome prince.

Instead, a grief-stricken royal family waited patiently. Chakrvarthi and the young prince, Ponniyin Selvan were waiting at the front, while the women of the royal family waited behind.

Slightly behind the royal family, Kodombalur Ilavarasi Vanathi was also waiting along with other royal women, looking over the sea of the people that gathered at the outer court of the fort. Since last night, as the news of the prince’s death spread, people kept coming from all corners of the Cholanadu.

While Vanathi waited, she thought of everything and nothing.

Such a contrast, Vanathi reflected, looking at the grey sky briefly before her gaze settled on the royal family who were clad in pristine white, a decorum when someone in the family passes away.

As if even the sky was mourning along with this family.

Vanathi’s thoughts got interrupted as people’s clamour suddenly increased, making her focus at the entry gate of the fort.

Finally, Aditha Karikalan had arrived in Thanjavur.

In the city where he grew up. In the city where he belongs.

A long procession of regiment came by foot, closely followed by the prince's beloved horse regiment, waving the chola flag.

From where she was standing, Vanathi could see the chariot carrying the prince’s body from a distance, closely flanked by his trusted fighting companions, Manamalyan, Parthibendran and Vanthiyadevan; not leaving their beloved prince’s side, even in death.

As the chariot slowly moved across the crowd, Vanathi could hear muffled cries while some people started to shower flower petals at the chariot, a sign of their last respect to their Ilavarase. A section of the crowd even started to tussle with the guards to touch the chariot and pray.

It took a long time for the guards to clear the way for the chariot to cross the short distance of the entry gate to the steps of the fort.

When the chariot carrying the prince's body finally stopped in front of the fort stairs, there was a momentary pause among the royal family members.

As if they could not believe what they were seeing.

The ailing Chakravarty was the first to break down as he could not support his weight anymore. Ponniyin Selvan gripped his father tightly, making sure his father could come down the stairs to meet his beloved elder son.

Raṇi varataṭcaṇai Sembiyan Mahadevi, Rani Vanavan Mahadevi, Iliya Piratti slowly started to walk behind the Chakravarty to meet their nephew, son and brother, Aditha Karikalan, one last time. Vanathi followed them as well, her steps heavy with grief.

As everyone in the family huddled at the front of the chariot and tried to caress the beloved prince’s face, the cries of the Chakravarti and Rani were the most heart-breaking. Vanathi, who was standing at the end of the chariot, could not take it anymore. She bowed her head, closed her eyes to drown out the sound of cries and desperately put her hands together in prayer.

Ishvara, may the Ilavarase join you in heaven. And…And give my beloved royal family and the people of Cholanadu the strength to overcome this difficult time.

Vanathi stayed still for a few minutes, hoping the cries had subdued. As she opened her eyes, she knew that her attempt at focusing on praying was futile.

But she had to try.

In desperation, her eyes searched for the only face that could give her strength at this moment.

As her eyes landed on Ponniyin Selvan’s face, Vanathi realized, despite being such a pillar of strength to his father, the young prince could not hold himself together anymore.

His face contorted with unspeakable grief; tears were streaming down his eyes continuously.

Vanathi had endured loss in various forms from a very young age. Her mother’s death, even though she had never met her, had left a deep wound in her childhood. Then her father’s death at Ilankai war, leaving her as an orphan in this cruel world. Then bidding farewell to her only father like figure uncle Periya Velar before every war, not knowing whether he would return alive from them was always tantamount to loss for her….Yet, no pain of these losses compared to the pain of seeing her beloved Ponniyin Selvan grieving at this moment.

Until this point, Vanathi did not realize that she had been crying along with everyone else. But seeing her Ponniyin Selvan break down like this, fresh tears blocked her vision completely. Her heart felt so heavy that for a moment she felt like she could not breathe anymore.

Wiping her tears with pallu, Vanathi took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

As the guards started to move to take the chariot away for cremation, on a whim, Vanathi decided to come at the front of the chariot and touch Ilavarase Aditha Karikalan’s feet, seeking blessings.

An opportunity she never had before.

While she looked at the crown prince’s resting face one last time, Vanathi realized, in death, Aditha Karikalan had finally found his peace.

The peace that he had been searching for a long time.

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harinishivaa · 10 months

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Enadhuyire- Poetry of Nature (Part 1)

Enadhuyire is back, now as a series of oneshots!

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Thirunallam.

What a bliss it was!

Arulmozhi had visited Thirunallam often when he was a child, for he had been brought up in the lap of his grand aunt Sembiyan Maadevi, who showered him with love and affection, as well as powerful lessons on both Emperuman and ruling a Kingdom. But he had no intention of ruling; all Arulmozhi really wanted was to expand his beloved Chozha Nadu and renovate temples to his heart’s content.

Marriage did not interest him either, though he knew he had to marry.

But whom?

He was well aware of how many chieftains, even Kings of other Kingdoms, wanted him to be their son-in-law. But was that because of who he was as a person, or because he is a Chozha Prince, somehow well known, by the grace of Emperuman and his elders?

But yet…

Everyone, even his generally accepting Amma, was of the opinion that they had to start discussing his marriage. He was only twenty, and he had journeyed back from Eezham to organize many required things for the war he was waging there- he was more eager to win this war for his Chozha Nadu, while proving the compassion and kindness of his motherland, and uphold his father’s name.

And yet…

Arulmozhi was aware of the rumours spread about multiple Kings even vying for his hand- most of all, his Velar Mama hoped that he would marry his niece, Vanathi. And while Arulmozhi was usually very obedient of his elders, how was he to accept this? Was it not his life? How could he marry someone without knowing her?

What was she like, he wondered, aware why he was. His elder sister herself was supportive of this match, so was his Patti, and that obviously automatically endeared himself to said Princess..and yet, what if she stopped all his dreams by distracting him?

What then?

Arulmozhi had been raised to believe in achieving his goals and dreams, in wanting big for his Chozha Nadu… but what if…

He sighed. He knew his brother’s previous experience had tainted his view of love and marriage, but lately, he had been learning of JagatPita Ishvara and Jagadamba Uma, which was awakening his perspective differently, and in a much more positive way.

Taking a deep breath, he dived into the Ponni, laughing when the waves of his dear mother greeted him with pure affection and love. He patted her waves, taking powerful strokes and swimming happily, when he was suddenly aware of a presence.

He glanced, stopping in movements suddenly when his gaze was captured by the maiden seated against the large tree in front of the river, gazing at it with unadulterated joy.

Oh.

Oh!

This is what it was, was it not? He could feel his heart thudding in his chest, and the power in his veins thrum to the surface. Who was she, and why did she look so familiar?

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to take a few more strokes, feeling her eyes fall on him. He smirked to himself.

Hmm, was it possible?

Maybe it was, and there was only one way to find out.

He had to talk to her, which was in itself a new thing for him. He never spoke to women outside his family, out of pure respect for them, and also because he was never in the habit of as much as looking at women.

And yet, this maiden…

Felt right, somehow.

He had no other words. Something about her aura felt like it would just go with his.

And here he was, back to romance and marriage when he had other things to accomplish.

But this maiden…

“Thodudaiya Seviyan vilai eriyor…”

Was that honey to his ears? Sweeter than nectar with those words filled with Bliss? Was she singing his Emperuman’s glory in the delightful words of Sambandhar, her voice like the cooing of the bird that soothes the nerves of the body.

Was her voice meant to be like the melody that filled his heart, pumping it with ecstasy? Who was she?

He glimpsed her once more, singing, sitting with nature, like Thirumagal Herself. Was she Her, come down to the Earth as a repository of beauty? Or was she Malaimagal, glowing in her loved for Shiva?

Who was she, and why did she make his heart beat so?

She twirled with nature, and he hid amidst the waves of his mother, wondering if she too had been excited the way he had, dancing out of the new life that filled her veins, like the movement of his body, now thrumming like the rumbling thunder of the clouds.

Just as he had made a decision to swim toward her, he heard her calls, “Ayyo Ayyo!”

****

Vanathi had been red since she spotted the handsome, ethereal man swimming on the other side of the Ponni, where she had been watching the beautiful babble of the waters in awe since she came. She had adored the singing waves, teaching her ancient songs she did not understand but danced with anyway.

She loved being in the lap of Nature, especially such effervescent, happy, bubbling nature, definitely a place blessed by Parameshvara Himself.

Should she dance or sing, she had thought, when the golden youth had appeared like a mirage to her eyes. It was as if the Sun had decided to play in the waters of the Ponni, flirting yet loving. Every stroke he took felt like sheer poetry, and she couldn’t help but blush when she had seen his lean physique.

Certainly a warrior.

‘Vanathi, halt your thought process,’ she chided herself, blushing when she felt his gaze fall on her. Wanting to do something else, she channeled her Bhakti for Parameshvara, bursting into Thodudaiya Seviyan.

All her bashfulness was forgotten, and she had become one with the very Nature, both singing to praise Ishvara, the only Truth of the Universe, blessed to be singing the verses of a great devotee like Sambandhar.

She had just finished twirling around in happiness, a strange ecstasy having overcome her, one she knew had some connection with the golden youth. A sudden sound brought her to reality. She turned around, seeing little birds chirp in fear, and she looked around to see what had happened, catching sight of the cat stealthily approaching them. Two birds above tried to save the crying children, melting Vanathi’s heart.

Would the youth help her?

“Ayyo! Ayyo!” she called out.

“What is it? What happened?”

Oh what a warm, rich voice. How filled with concern and pure consideration, was this Bliss?

“Are you okay, Devi?”

She raised her eyes to meet his bright ones, dark and deep, as if reading her very soul.

“I am,” she said softly. “But those birds…”

She turned and pointed to them, missing the softening of his eyes when he saw her. She turned back to plead with him to help them, and blushed. His face had lit up with a brilliant smile.

“I will be right back,” he said softly, running away, clearly to get something. Oh will he be back in time to save the little ones?

Was there anything she could do herself?

She thought deeply, wondering if she could scale the tree herself just in case, when the trumpet of an elephant. Oh, there was her Aruma Deva on the elephant… chee chee Vanathi! Yours? Really?

Is this how you behave with a man you have just met? She shied away, hiding near the lotus pond to watch him protect the little birds from the cat easily, rescuing them from his perch on his elephant.

What majesty! He felt like a benevolent King, looking down upon his ocean of subjects!

Oh, but why was he coming down again? Surely it can’t be to…

“Penne? Enge irukkirai? (Oh damsel, where are you?)” he called out, searching for her keenly, making Vanathi blush.

“Inge Ayya. I didn’t want to interrupt your rescue,” Vanathi heard herself say, as she stepped out from her hidden spot, reddening when he seemed to assess her.

“Who are you, Devi?” He asked. “I heard you sing one of my favourite Thevarams, and I was awestruck.”

“I am but a devotee of Parameshvara, Yaanai Paaga,” she slowly and shyly spoke, wondering what he thought of the excess red evident on her cheeks by now. Why was she so obvious? Yet how could she not be?

She is a woman, one who rarely spoke to men, here boldly speaking to this golden youth of a Yaanai Paagan.

Who was he, really?

“Ayya, I thought you were a warrior,” she added suddenly. “And yet, here you are, rescuing birds from cats with elephants?”

Laughter erupted from her teasingly, as she looked at him, his own smile widening.

“Do you fear a cat such that you shouted so? I thought it was a tiger!”

“Ayya! I am in the heartland of Chozha Nadu, which holds a Tiger in its flag. How can I be scared of my own protection?” She retorted back, her veins dancing at the delight that spread on his face. “Why, are you not from these blessed lands?”

“I am a son of this soil only, Devi. I have in fact participated in wars on an elephant and won them too for this glorious motherland of ours.”

“Have you, Yaanai Paaga? Would I get a ride on your elephant?”

“What would you give me if I did?”

Was he flirting with her, and was she reacting positively? And why could she not stop? Oh what was happening to her?

“What do you want, Yaanai Paaga?”

What was she doing? Ishvara!

A wider smile spread on his face, like the bloom of a golden Lotus. He tilted his head, assessing her once more.

“One day, I will collect it from you Devi. Maybe as I give you a ride on my Yaanai, or right after it.”

She looked at him, knowing her lips had parted in surprise. Why did it sound like… for a second, she was reminded of Ishvara’s Leela with Uma Maheshvari.

“When you do, ask for Vanathi, Thevare,” she said softly.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Kodumbalur Kula Vilakke,” he smiled brightly. “I do have to leave now. We will see each other around definitely.”

With a last assessing gaze, he got on his elephant, leaving with a last look at her, Vanathi too overwhelmed to do any more than gaze.

*********

Yes, the book has a similar scene, but I somehow redid it?

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The Yamas and Niyamas are ethical and moral guidelines

The Yamas and Niyamas are ethical and moral guidelines outlined in the ancient yogic philosophy of Patanjali's Yoga Sutras. They offer principles for living a harmonious and fulfilling life. Here are the benefits associated with practicing the Yamas and Niyamas:

Yamas:

Ahimsa (Non-violence): Practicing ahimsa promotes peace and compassion. It encourages individuals to cultivate kindness towards themselves and others, leading to improved relationships and a more harmonious society.

Satya (Truthfulness): Living truthfully fosters authenticity and integrity. Being honest with oneself and others builds trust and strengthens connections, resulting in healthier relationships and a sense of inner peace.

Asteya (Non-stealing): By practicing asteya, individuals learn contentment and gratitude for what they have. This cultivates a mindset of abundance rather than scarcity, promoting generosity and reducing feelings of envy or lack.

Brahmacharya (Moderation): Brahmacharya encourages balanced living and mindful consumption. By practicing moderation in all aspects of life, individuals conserve energy, maintain focus, and cultivate self-discipline, leading to greater physical, mental, and emotional well-being.

Aparigraha (Non-attachment): Aparigraha teaches the art of letting go and releasing attachments to outcomes. By detaching from material possessions, expectations, and desires, individuals experience freedom from stress, anxiety, and dissatisfaction, leading to greater contentment and inner peace.

Niyamas:

Saucha (Purity/Cleanliness): Practicing saucha involves purifying the body, mind, and environment. This fosters clarity of thought, enhances physical health, and creates a conducive space for spiritual growth and self-discovery.

Santosha (Contentment): Santosha promotes gratitude and acceptance of the present moment. Cultivating contentment regardless of external circumstances leads to greater peace of mind, reduced stress, and an increased sense of fulfillment.

Tapas (Discipline): Tapas involves cultivating self-discipline and perseverance in pursuit of spiritual growth and personal development. By embracing challenges and overcoming obstacles, individuals build resilience, inner strength, and a sense of accomplishment.

Svadhyaya (Self-study): Svadhyaya encourages self-reflection and introspection. By studying sacred texts, exploring personal beliefs, and observing one's thoughts and actions, individuals gain insight into themselves, deepen their understanding of life's mysteries, and foster spiritual evolution.

Ishvara Pranidhana (Surrender to the Divine): Ishvara Pranidhana involves surrendering to a higher power or divine intelligence. By relinquishing the ego's need for control and trusting in a greater purpose, individuals find peace, guidance, and spiritual connection.

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