The golden rays of the morning sun painted the sky in a warm, ethereal glow, casting a magical light over the ancient land of India. Vrishbhanu, a devout man of faith, stood waist-deep in the tranquil waters of the Yamuna river, his hands folded in prayer as he chanted sacred hymns to the gods.
As he was reciting his prayers, he felt a sudden surge of divine energy coursing through his body. Opening his eyes, he turned his head and saw a breathtaking sight - a divine pink lotus, its petals glowing like precious jewels, floating gracefully towards him on the surface of the water.
The lotus was a vision of otherworldly beauty, its delicate petals unfurling like the wings of a celestial being. The soft pink hue of the lotus seemed to radiate with an inner light, casting a spellbinding aura that seemed to envelop Vrishbhanu in a cocoon of divine grace.
Mesmerized by the sight, Vrishbhanu stood rooted to the spot, feeling the presence of the divine in every ripple of the water, in every whisper of the wind. It was as if the entire world had paused to witness this sacred moment, and Vrishbhanu felt his heart swell with an overwhelming sense of peace and reverence.
Instinctively, he reached out and caught it in his hands, marveling at its ethereal beauty. As he gently lifted the delicate petals of the lotus, he was astonished to see a baby girl nestled within, wrapped in a pink and blue garment that seemed to shimmer in the morning light. Her skin was of a golden complexion, and her closed eyes exuded an otherworldly peace.
Overwhelmed by the splendor of the divine being in his hands, Vrishbhanu shut his eyes, unable to bear the sight of her radiance. The dried-up trees turned green, stones started singing melodious notes, dumb began to talk and the lame climbed hills, entire nature thus grew escstatic just by her appearance.
Finally, he cradled the divine being in his arms, feeling the weight of her presence fill him with an overwhelming sense of joy and reverence. As he lifted her out of the water, his eyes remained fixated on her, unable to tear himself away from her ethereal form.
"Aho bhagya !" Suddenly, a voice broke through his trance, jolting him back to reality. He looked up to see a couple approaching, their eyes filled with admiration.
Approaching him, Nayak spoke, "Vrishbhanu ji, aapki varsho tak santaan ratna ki iccha, aaj jaa ke purn huyi hai."
Vrishbhanu glanced at the divine being nestled peacefully in his arms, then turned his gaze back to Nayak, unable to comprehend the sudden kindness life had bestowed upon him and his wife, who had been childless for so long.
"Yeh.... Yeh meri putri ?" he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.
Nayika tilted her head, a smile playing on her lips. "Ha, Rajan. Aapko sakshaat Shri ki praapti huyi hai. Jo sampurn jagat mei prakriti roop mei vyaapt hai, jo hum sabhi ka nivaas hai, woh aaj manushya roop le aapke paas aayi hai, aapke ghar ko apna ghar banane."
With those words, both Nayika and Nayak joined their hands and bowed before the incarnation of goddess Lakshmi, who smiled serenely with her eyes closed, as if holding onto an unspoken promise.
"Yeh... Yeh kaise sambhav hai ?" Vrishbhanu asked.
Nayak smilingly said, "Uss Ishvar ki iccha se kya sambhav nahi hai, mukhiya ? Aapke kayi janmo ke fal, uss Parmeshwar ne ek saath pradaan kar diye hai."
Vrishbhanu's heart swelled with gratitude and awe. The divine baby in his arms was a testament to the power of faith and the miracles that could unfold in the most unexpected ways.
"Meri putri..." Tears of pure joy escaped Vrishbhanu's eyes. Finally, he and his wife would no longer be burdened by the pain of childlessness. They would now experience the indescribable joy of parenthood, as the parents of divinity itself.
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The nandlaal lay on a soft blanket, giggling and flapping his arms and feet happily. His bright eyes sparkled with joy as he cooed and laughed, filling the air with pure and innocent happiness. Yashoda watched in amusement as she fanned her beloved son, wondering what could have made him so joyous.
She had just finished feeding and bathing him, and she couldn't fathom what had put such a big smile on his face. As she leaned in closer to inspect him, she couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his chubby cheeks and twinkling eyes.
"Prasannata ka kya karan hai lalla ?" She asked, her voice filled with love and affection.
While he just giggled in response, unable to communicate due to the tenderness of his age. But even if he was at the appropriate age to talk, he still wouldn't have been able to convey the reason for his happiness. For it would've been a task, even impossible for him, to explain how his soul has taken a female form and has appeared on earth, taking shelter in Vrishbhanu's home. To explain how delighted he was that his eternal consort has arrived to take part in his leela.
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Kambugriva Cha Kamakshi
Kuladepa Cha Kokila
Kumkum Gaura Varna Cha
Kucha Kumbha Samanveeta
Koti Chandra Prabha Kavya
Komala Kama Lopama
Kalatita Cha Kandarpa
Gandharvi Gana Lolupa
Karuna Sagari Kantha
Kalyani Kama Lalana
Gogopa Nayaki Gauri
Gananatya Visharadha
Daya Swarupini he Divya
Pashu Pakshi Priyeshwari Bimboshthee Chandrakanta Cha Chatush Shashti Kaleshwari
Braja Mandala Devi Cha
Venu Vaadya Vinodini
Vrishbhanu Suta Radha
Vandaneeya Cha Sarvada
Swagatham Kirtida Putri
Swagatham Braja Nayike
Swagatham Madhuraadhe Cha
Swagatham Swagatham Sada
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