Today is Sitala sasthi- The marriage day of Shiva parvati.
SATI SHIV JAIMALA: THE GARLAND OF ETERNITY
Every step She took forward, it seemed celestial musicians were playing out their music, on the tinkle of Her anklets. The bated breaths of the entire congregation collected, was like a mass of cosmic prana, waiting to rush out into creation to dance to this music. Shiva’s men bowed at the princess who was coming into their life as queen. Sati’s own kin was startled that their little girl had grown into a young lady who was so obviously a cosmic beauty. Shiva’s heart skipped a beat.
Sati was the most beautiful woman He had ever seen, and He knew in every inch of His body, mind and soul, that She, was His. And He, Hers. Forever.
He stared at her intently even as she took demure steps, coming towards Him. He just couldn’t wait for Her to be right next to Him, and let out a smile at His own eagerness.
Finally, She was right next to Him : His greatest wish had been manifested, the whole purpose of creating the entire world was now standing in front of Him.
Virni handed a jaimala to each of them and prompted Sati with a smile to put this sacred garland over Shiva. Sati did so, with the most gentle and loving action. Shiva too, put a jaimala on Sati, and the whole congregation broke into a loud cheer of felicitation and joy. Shiva then sat down near the Havan and Sati took Her place beside Him.
A place that would eternally belong to Her.
The pundit lit the holy fire and the one hundred and one junior pundits seated in an orderly row, began to chant mantras with immaculate precision and perfect diction. Daksha kept offering ghee to the fire every time the pundits would say,“Sva Ha”.
“SVAHA SVAHA,” went on the pundits.
“SVAHA SVAHA,” chorused Daksha, Brahma and the congregation.
“SVAHA,” said Shiva, His heart exploding with anticipation.
Sati, on Her part could only hear the pundit say, “SHIVA SHIVA…” She did not hear ‘SVAHA’, only ‘SHIVA…SHIVA…’
( From the book SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. )
Sati was the most beautiful woman He had ever seen, and He knew in every inch of His body, mind and soul, that She, was His. And He, Hers. Forever.
He stared at her intently even as she took demure steps, coming towards Him. He just couldn’t wait for Her to be right next to Him, and let out a smile at His own eagerness.
Finally, She was right next to Him : His greatest wish had been manifested, the whole purpose of creating the entire world was now standing in front of Him.
Virni handed a jaimala to each of them and prompted Sati with a smile to put this sacred garland over Shiva. Sati did so, with the most gentle and loving action. Shiva too, put a jaimala on Sati, and the whole congregation broke into a loud cheer of felicitation and joy. Shiva then sat down near the Havan and Sati took Her place beside Him.
A place that would eternally belong to Her.
The pundit lit the holy fire and the one hundred and one junior pundits seated in an orderly row, began to chant mantras with immaculate precision and perfect diction. Daksha kept offering ghee to the fire every time the pundits would say,“Sva Ha”.
“SVAHA SVAHA,” went on the pundits.
“SVAHA SVAHA,” chorused Daksha, Brahma and the congregation.
“SVAHA,” said Shiva, His heart exploding with anticipation.
Sati, on Her part could only hear the pundit say, “SHIVA SHIVA…” She did not hear ‘SVAHA’, only ‘SHIVA…SHIVA…’
( From the book SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. )
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