WEAPONS...
In the beginning of creation, weapons were just instruments to fortify oneself. They were weapons against the vagaries of nature, so to speak, and hardly connoted opposition; rather a co-operation,a way to find one’s own way alongside creation.
A roof was a weapon, clothing was a weapon, storage of water and grains was an armoury, It was only with the passage of time that instead of being a deterrent to mishaps and misfortune, weapons themselves deteriorated into hurting the other,” Vashishta had said. “Learn to fortify your womanhood with the gifts of weaponry Mother Nature has gifted you. Learn to use your beauty to disarm any opposition”
Now, a mother herself, Prasuti looked at Sati.
Sati’s innocence was so pristine, it was in the weave of self-fortification, like the most complete dance with nature.And remarkably, it always worked wonders at penetrating Daksha’s stubborness. A smile from could transform him into becoming almost as merry as the rest of Nature’s happy creatures.
Sati was Prasuti’s great weapon.
A roof was a weapon, clothing was a weapon, storage of water and grains was an armoury, It was only with the passage of time that instead of being a deterrent to mishaps and misfortune, weapons themselves deteriorated into hurting the other,” Vashishta had said. “Learn to fortify your womanhood with the gifts of weaponry Mother Nature has gifted you. Learn to use your beauty to disarm any opposition”
Now, a mother herself, Prasuti looked at Sati.
Sati’s innocence was so pristine, it was in the weave of self-fortification, like the most complete dance with nature.And remarkably, it always worked wonders at penetrating Daksha’s stubborness. A smile from could transform him into becoming almost as merry as the rest of Nature’s happy creatures.
Sati was Prasuti’s great weapon.
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