Anasuya

Sage Narada had the fortune of visiting the gods and staying with the trinity anytime he wanted to. Being in presence of the three who create, manage and destroy everything, there was nothing else he had to praise. Yet time and again he mentioned a woman so marvellous that even the trinity together couldn't conquer her. A seed of jealousy grew within their wives and soon they conspired against the marvel called Anasuya.

The mighty three, all knowing trinity flared with pride as they marched to the Earth below. Irked at their wives' request they were on a quest for the woman beyond fathom. In all glory they showed up ready to denounce the chaste of beauty. With power they beamed as Anasuya and her sage husband came to greet them with folded hands.

The couple gleamed as the glowing trinity told them they were here to eat. Happily the couple obliged but the morality within the trinity had already sent a diatribe. Bewildered and filled with contrite, they censured their thoughts as their minds twisted from inside. They could hide from the world but even the trinity couldn't hide from themselves. The dark cave had only one small light; a penchant for victory, a satisfaction for their wives.

Inured to consequence, the onerous beings accrued all their might. Questioning their prescience they relegated to a stance least virulent towards impunity. With a grandiloquent speech they made their intention known; they would eat but Anasuya would have to serve them naked. Seeing a mere human without clothes didn't perturb their conscience as they were the creators, managers and destroyers of everything. There was nothing they didn't create, nothing they couldn't alter and nothing they couldn't eradicate.

It was fair towards their duty they thought, even a glimpse would be enough to prove that the trinity can see every woman naked. Gentle drops of water broke the three from their hegemony, Brahma looked surprised, Vishnu widened his eyes and Shiva simply smiled. The omnipotent and omniscient beings were filled with profuse compassion they couldn't comprehend. The creators of everything felt hungry with the flowing smell of rice pudding. The epitome of magnificence were aghast at the prodigy in front of them.

Anasuya was standing naked at the gate cradling a large steaming earthen bowl. Three small children looked at her in awe as they adored her enchanting smile. Their confusion had gone, the holy trinity had never experienced such happiness before. A small Shiva ran towards with her overwhelmed with joy. The one who was worshipped by god of senses Indra wasn't capable of controlling his own senses as he screamed a single syllable with sheer ecstasy "Ma!".

The world was turning into a cold dark place, the wives of trinity were in disarray; the omnipresent ones had gone. There was a force that could conquer the trinity. Appearing inside Anasuya's hut they saw her sitting naked as she fed three children sitting quietly in her lap. The children were extremely mollified as they smiled and waited for their mother's hand to feed them; they didn't need anything else. The goddesses begged for forgiveness as they pleaded her to revert their husbands and return them back.

The magnanimous trinity adorned with stupefying ornaments were crying bitterly. They begged to be reverted back to as children and Anasuya simply smiled at their innocence. Anasuya promised that she would give birth to all three of them in the form of Dattatreya and asked them to return for now and fulfill their duties. The trinity now knew of one thing they didn't create, nor could alter or ever eradicate; it was mother's love.

Note: This story is a work of fiction and does not intend to harm or hurt anyone's feelings.

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Midnight Summer's Angel

I thought it was a sad loathsome day in the college. A drastically stretched breakup has numerous ill effects which I was yet to bear. However, the collapse of an entity had already started, I didn’t know it then but I know it now. The summer breeze flew with mystic energy, as I doused myself with ample amounts of alcohol. Stuttering as I may be, I still had the juice to go on. Flickering lights and meaningless cacophony didn’t matter as the waiter with a tag of Big Boss kept bringing me drink after another.

Suddenly, with a jolt I was up on the dance floor. Walking through it with immense ease compared to my situation, I could feel a plethora of Bollywood stars coursing through my soul. Yes, the alcohol was showing its, sweet effects as an eight pack man danced to pain of disco. I almost screamed in his ear to play “The Juice by Hero” but he declined apologetically as he had never heard the song before.

India has a history of corruption and my memory is inscribed with countless instances of bribery which brought out a note of 500 bucks that night. As the DJ gripped the piece of paper with eagerness, it became apparent that my song would be played in the next 5 minutes or so. Reaching the table, I had just picked up my glass when the speakers suddenly burst into a smooth piece of melancholy; my song.

The bottoms up had filled every nerve in my body with energy as I walked towards the floor. Soon the burdens were lessened as I swiftly moved along with every beat. It may have looked like a non-rhythmic piece of gaffe to many whereas others might have seen delirium in my ecstatic expressions. But the town was the only university town of India, a place which does not exist anywhere else in any universe; there was one person who found me interesting. I did not even know when the beat turned to haze as my exacerbating remorse reached saturation point. A sweet smell was engulfing me then something soft touched me on the shoulders. The flabbergasting sight that had transpired in reality seemed impossible to logic and pretension.  In a taboo ridden country, I had not expected to stumble across an intoxicated goddess. Her arms clasped around my neck as she came close, dancing perfectly with every beat.

A moment arose; a particular segment of time undefined by characteristic redundancy due to retrievable inscription in memory. Closing my arms around her waist, I looked at her gold studded ear. It looked mesmerizing and so I told her. It felt like a sharp knife piercing my body as her fearless eyes looked through my soul, let alone my mind; there was no escaping the truth. The bathroom door opened and a burly looking man walked out. I only noticed him through the fear in her eyes as his gaze wandered from place to place, searching for something.  His eyes flared as they came to an abrupt halt looking in our direction. Then I looked at her, she looked marvelous with her mocking sight. Time seemed to stop as melody flowed by and I turned to look at the midnight summer’s angel in my arms. Leaning close to her ear I nearly screamed “those earrings look gorgeous!” Reeling into an epiphany with her enchanting grin, I comprehended an important fact of life; a woman can make a man kill himself.

Our bodies swayed rhythmically with vibrations which tingled the façade of our swathed senses. The music reverberated with immense synergy. I had the all the audience I required as I sang wildly with the chorus and pulled her back to the world of dreams. I was no longer petrified of the dusk, of the realizations that precipitate when the substance wears off. There was only me and her, our juice flowing off the brims as we read each other’s mind through mouths that had comfortably melted together.