Sati. The greatest magic that creation had ever seen.Even as a child, Sati was magical. She was a sheer beauty. The first thing about Her that struck the viewer were Her eyes. She had big, soft and beautiful almond-shaped eyes like a doe.Prasuti called Her ‘Mrignayani’, the doe-eyed. They were like a Sorceress’s magic, hypnotizing anyone into a virtual trance.
Her complexion was breathtaking. To call it translucent was an understatement. It was luminosity itself, as if She had a moon inside Her, which glowed at all times in the softest way. And yet, when the sun arose, Sati’s soft complexion golded into a glow even more dazzling than before, as if She contained the sun!
When She laughed, Prasuti remembered the tinkling of all the bells she had heard in her dreams. Her innocent laughter was God’s little trinket bell; divinity itself, in blissful chime.
Her lips were shaped as if Kama’s love bow had doubled itself lovingly into twins. And when Prasuti dabbed them with sweet rosewater, she noted that was already their natural colour; a freshly blossomed rose in the pinkest of nature.
She was petite-limbed, but there was a sure strength in those limbs, a standing. She had wonderfully shaped fingers, but there was a different dimension when these fingers converged to shape Her hand; there was a holding of all things.
She was born as the epitome of demure femininity, yet there was a vibration of power about Her.
The earliest visitors said in one voice,“Seeing Her is to see God. It is Darsana itself.”
Her complexion was breathtaking. To call it translucent was an understatement. It was luminosity itself, as if She had a moon inside Her, which glowed at all times in the softest way. And yet, when the sun arose, Sati’s soft complexion golded into a glow even more dazzling than before, as if She contained the sun!
When She laughed, Prasuti remembered the tinkling of all the bells she had heard in her dreams. Her innocent laughter was God’s little trinket bell; divinity itself, in blissful chime.
Her lips were shaped as if Kama’s love bow had doubled itself lovingly into twins. And when Prasuti dabbed them with sweet rosewater, she noted that was already their natural colour; a freshly blossomed rose in the pinkest of nature.
She was petite-limbed, but there was a sure strength in those limbs, a standing. She had wonderfully shaped fingers, but there was a different dimension when these fingers converged to shape Her hand; there was a holding of all things.
She was born as the epitome of demure femininity, yet there was a vibration of power about Her.
The earliest visitors said in one voice,“Seeing Her is to see God. It is Darsana itself.”
( From the book SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.)
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