Everyone who came to see Sati was struck by Her appearance. Daksha himself was especially taken in by Her extraordinary beauty. He flattered himself as the progenitor of magnificence, and Sati was the living proof of his self-ideation.
But as usual, in his arrogance, he missed the fact that this was the Goddess Herself in sooth, far more pristine than he ever was, more pristine than even his ideation.
But as usual, in his arrogance, he missed the fact that this was the Goddess Herself in sooth, far more pristine than he ever was, more pristine than even his ideation.
Sati’s beauty only grew with each passing day. She was beautiful not only in Her appearance, but also in spirit. From the very beginning, She exhibited in Her demeanour a fabulous confluence of royalty and humility, aristocracy and gentleness.
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