Sati could never forget that day either. She had just reached the top of a hill. Now, sitting comfortably on a rock and surveying the valley below Her, She was just about to have a sip of water from Her royal flask, when She heard a strange but pleasing sound.
It was human but sounded so different from anything She had heard before.
‘Aum… Aum… Aum’ it went on, in a mesmerising repetition. She loved it and felt completely drawn towards it. And then, She found Herself trying to follow it in a response that didn’t feel self-willed, It was like a magnet beckoning.
The sound grew louder, firmer, more mesmerising. She trailed behind it, lightly, like air itself, all the way to its source.
Once She reached the mouth of the cave, She could hear two more words: ‘Namah, Shivay…’
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