This is a short story that used the Rasa/ Bhava of Shringar and emotions of
Sphota (explosiveness),
Sanyasa (detachment),
Bhakti (devotion) and
Moksha(salvation)
Indhumathi, the exquisitely beautiful Devadasi
Danced in the temples and courts of the town
Her extremely captivating and vivacious looks
Her elegance and her graceful dance movements
Mesmerized anyone and everyone who saw her
Her enchanting and bewitching smile,
Her kohl lined expressive black eyes
And a small mole on her attractive chin
Her pink petal like thin lips
And her tresses tied into a long plait
Bridled with jasmine
Could evoke the Bhava of passion (Rati )
and ‘Shringara Rasa’ ( passionate love) in anyone
The temple was chiming with ‘Bhakti rasa’
As Indhumathi and her Sakhis danced to the song
Taaye Yashoda ……mother Yashoda and Baby Krishna
Mahant Shashi Shekhar was the guest of honor of the evening
He was a recluse sage, a sanyasi, who had denounced the world
And was spending his life drowned in
the bhakti of his deity-the Durga
His face glowed with a divine aura of brightness
His broad forehead housed a big red vermilion tilak
Which had an element of mystique coupled with charisma
Everyone stood with awe as he entered the hall
Indhumathi came with a garland of red flowers
and as both pairs of eyes met
There was a whirl, a windstorm of sorts
No one could waver his emotions till date
What was coming over him?
He was feeling an ocean of upheaval
There already had started an inner turmoil
A ‘sphotak’, which if exploded would shatter his dignity,
His peace, and even his years of celibacy….
He closed his eyes in guilt and prayed aloud
He asked God to guide him, to show him the way
Tears started flowing from his eyes
As if there was washing of the sin he had committed
A catharsis…
The second bhajan was being sung in the background
Sarasijanaabha… Muraare, a bhajan based on raag… Hanumatodi -the raga which helps to calm down a restless mind.
Amidst an ocean of emotions inside and outside
Shashi Shekhar fell down… on the floor… with thousands of devotees witness to this very unusual attainment of ‘moksha’ by him.
Lalita Vaitheeswaran