WHEN SHIVA TESTED PARVATI'S TAPASYA
“O Parvati! Dainty princess… till when will you be doing this for the One? We all know you have the signs of a great yogini, despite being born the most royal princess. Till when will you subject yourself to such arduous tapasya? And why exactly are you imploring to Shiva?”
Parvati saw an enigmatic sadhu, dressed in ochre robes, replete with a kamandalu, dhyana danda, and rudraksha beads clinging all over his body. He had a white beard which was flowing freely in the wind, but despite this he looked mysteriously young and had an imposingly virile aura.
“Why? Why, because He is my love; why, because He is my life. Why, you ask… because He is my very soul!” said Parvati, and then added a little sharply, “And who, may I ask, are you to enquire this from me, venerable Sadhu ji?”
“Ah, Shiva, that vagabond! He has no work, He has no real followers, no Kingdom, no land, no riches at all. Why would a dainty princess like you want to even call Him a soulmate? Why would you make the same mistake as Sati?”
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