In the year 1690 on the banks of the river Bhāgirathi-Hooghly locally known as the Kali-Ganga or Ganges in the ancient village of Sutanuti or India’s present-day Kolkata city stood a mesmerising idol of the Hindu Goddess Kali under the shade of a bowing colossal Neem tree. The appearance of the idol was simply bone-chilling. Her nude skin was darker than the unknown realms of the deepest abyss and her red tongue darted out of her mouth like a sword ready to slice through anything.
While a garland of skulls adorned her bosom, a girdle of severed human limbs skirted around her hips. Her long and curly hair flowed down to her knees like the mains of a wild mare. In her four hands, she carried a Khada, or a crescent-shaped giant sickle, a Trishul, or a trident, a freshly severed mortal head, and a bowl of human skull collecting the dripping blood from the sliced human face.
A sight of much reverence for a Hindu, however, a spectacle of death and terror for someone unacquainted with the five-thousand-year-old, world’s oldest, and third largest religion of nine-hundred-million followers today.
Now in the year 1990, on one pitch dark and moonless chilly night, after three-hundred years of the deity’s mysterious and unknown appearance on the muddy banks of Hooghly riverside, a thin and tall bony old man of a jet-black skin akin to that of the Goddess lay immersed in a transcendental prayer at the idol’s feet.
Back at the end of the seventeenth century, it is here where the Hindu’s of the region came to leave their old and dying before they took their last breath, for it was believed that dying on the banks of the sacred Ganges would wash away any traces of sin and ensure an entry to heaven. A dying person was brought to the banks in a great procession accompanied by singers and instruments, this came to be known as the Ganga Yatra at life’s end.
Deep wrinkles on the exposed surface of Kalinath Dom’s ancient face also visible from under his long and sparse thin white beard revealed a soul who had been on this Earth for many decades. His jet-black charred skin was reminiscent of a life spent tending to, raging death pyres and their blistering flames.
In the olden days, the dying was usually laid on the bank under the open air during the night and in the morning a relative would make a part of the dying person’s body touch the river during high tide. This rite known as the Antarjali Jatra ensured the journey of the soul from the mortal to the heavenly realm. Unfortunately, many times during the high tide the body of numerous diseased and old people would be swept away in the river still very much alive.
Those who were brought dead at the Ghat (riverside) or were supposedly fortunate to die on the banks and escape being washed away by the tides – their bodies would be cremated on open wooden pyres and the earthen bowl containing their last remaining mortal ashes would be cast away in the sacred river, ensuring their soul’s rebirth or entry to heave marking the end of the person’s earthly life.
All were, however, not that lucky to be properly cremated, as in those days many of the poor could not even afford the two rupees required for the process. Further, due to prevailing beliefs, the bodies of monks, criminals, anti-social, anti-religious, those who died due to a critical illness, or snake bite or suicide, were not given their last rites and floated down the river on bamboo rafts, to be eaten by the vultures and fishes.
This contaminating discarding of human remains went on in full swing as pointed out by Mr John Stache of Sanitary commission in March 1864 – that the river received more than five thousand dead bodies on an average every year from its pious residents. Two hundred of the cadavers alone were dumped by the Government Hospitals into the river system.
Kalinath Dom, the old devotee worshipping at the feet of the Goddess was born on this very same banks of the Ganges. Many generations ago his outcast ancestors at the bottom of the Hindu caste system came to find a profession at the burning ghats to assist people in the gruesome act of cremating their relatives or discarding unwanted bodies by floating them.
Then in 1837, the Calcutta Municipal Corporation realised the potentials of Kalinath’s ancestors in ridding the city of its unwanted dead. The Corporation officially appointed them. These untouchable undertakers of the discarded dead came to be known as ‘Doms’, who apart from tending to funeral pyres and floating human cadavers in the river would bring in dead animals from the city, peel off their skins for the tanneries and throw away the other body parts in front of the crematorium for vultures, dogs, and foxes.
A century had passed from the initial days of the appearance of the Goddess and the popularity of the place had grown widely as the last pilgrimage at life’s end. The sacred idol came to be referred to as Shasan Kali or the Goddess of the crematorium and the riverside came to be known as Nimtala Burning Ghat, a name derived from the colossal Neem tree, that bowed in respect of the bone-chilling yet mesmerising goddess.
Going a little back in history, some time at the end of 1700, the rich Zamindar or landlord Noni Mohan Banerjee built a temple for the Goddess, which still stands tall today and is known as the Anandamoyi Kali Temple. Now in the year 1990, on this pitch dark and moonless chilly night, Kalinath Dom, the thin and tall bony discarder of the unwanted dead was praying to his revered Goddess in this same sacred place.
At the start of 1800, the Ganga used to flow where the Strand Road stands today. Within the next fifteen years, the Hooghly River started to shift its banks towards the western end. Then in 1817, The British formed the Lottery committee to construct Government houses, roads, and residential buildings for their officers, which were completed by 1831.
This led to the crematorium being shifted to where the present-day circular railway tracks are, and in May 1828, a fifteen feet three-sided high walled, one-hundred-and-sixty feet by ninety feet, open towards the riverside new burning facility was made.
Then for the third time in 1875, the crematorium was reconstructed by the Macintosh Burn & Company at a cost of Rupees Thirty Thousand to make way for the circular railway. This crematorium stands still today and by 2018 the Kolkata Municipal Corporation would have constructed twelve electric burners, which operated by turns to cremate the dead of the city every day, along with the traditional wood pyres for the richer, who could still afford and prefer the same.
Kalinath’s ancestors had been a witness to this evolution of death and religion on this two-thousand-year-old and habited sacred riverbanks of a city, which had grown beyond imagination in the last three hundred years and etched its name in the annals of civilisation and progress. The old Dom, however, had one regret at his life’s end.
“O Shasan Kali Ma, O Mother Goddess, I have spent a lifetime at your feet, on this very bank dealing with the grief of those who lost their loved ones; dealing with the stench of blood, rotten flesh, and decaying bones of the unwanted dead; continuously burning bodies and pealing animal carcases, surviving, and making a living of death. In the December days at my life’s end, I beg of you to show me a bit of life blossom for a change before I take my last breath.” Uttering this prayer with clasped hands, Kalinath laid down a Rakta Karabi or red oleander flower, a nip of Bangla country liquor and two burning incense as holy offerings at the feet of his sacred Goddess.
It was nearly dawn and the first rays of the morning sun mellowed far in the horizon as the old Dom stepped out of the temple to take a dip in the sacred Ganges. It was a ritual that Kalinath had done his entire life and believed it washed away any sin that he might have committed.
As the old man approached the water he saw a ghastly sight, the very likes of which he had just prayed not to see again. Someone had laid down a dying woman in the last stage of her pregnancy, on a bamboo raft, left to be swept away by the tide of the Ganges.
Looking at the young girl, hardly in her early twenties, Kalinath wondered about the cruelty of men. He thought of the many reasons why the lady was abandoned. Perhaps her husband had found another woman, or maybe the family did not want to spend any more on her treatment, or possibly she was carrying a girl child, which still in the 21st century was considered by many to be unwanted.
Tears rolled down the old man’s eyes as he held the hand of the lady to give her a last moment of comfort, of not leaving the world all alone and abandoned on a riverside. Unable to say anything the girl smiled at Kalinath and looked at him for one last time. Her eyes became still as she took her last breath, marking the end of her unknown life.
At that moment Kalinath saw the belly of the lifeless woman bump from inside. In the sad and depressing moment of death, it was a sign of life. Within the dead mother’s womb, the baby was still alive.
Not knowing what to do with perhaps just a few moments to save the unborn child, Kalinath split open the still woman’s animate belly with a splinter of sharp bamboo ripped from her raft-bed of death on that cold morning on the burning ghat riverside.
A shrieking baby girl emerged out of the dead mother’s sliced bowels, whose jet-black skin, exceptionally long curly hair, and a little red tongue resembled the Goddess of the crematorium herself.
“O Shasan Kali Ma, O Mother Goddess, it is you who has come to me in blood and flesh. You have shown me life from death. You have answered my prayers. I vow to look after you and raise you as my own child till my life’s end,” saying these words with much thankfulness Kalinath lifted the newborn girl child in his arms and went on to make arrangements to give her mother her last rites and properly cremate her mortal remains.
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Thank you Bob, much appreciate your like.
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It’s sad that such a girl child is not preferred by many even in the 21st century. A very gripping narrative. Looks like Kalinath got the miracle he was wishing for.
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You are right Shweta, though we are in the 21st century, many of our thoughts are still deep rooted in the I’ll beliefs of the past. We need to overcome these in order to emerge as the ultimate species. Yes, it seems Kalinath did get his miracle.
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Thrilling…. making usponder over the good and bad faces of humanity!!
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Thanks Indira, so glad that you find the story thrilling. Comments such as yours makes writing these stories worthwhile. You rightly humanity and inhumanity are very much the two faces of the same coin, perhaps to always exist.
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Here’s an example of what I call ‘a wonderful story’. Keep it up!👍 Already following for new…
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Thank you so much. A compliment acts as much fuel to my creative engine.
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What a gripping narrative Trishikh. On one hand we worship goddesses and on the other many practice female infanticide. Sad irony of life.
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That’s what baffles me Radhika the contrast and extremes of human practices.
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Fascinated by your narration, Trishikh. You beautifully expressed the moral.
I hope that in this decade people will be more unbiased towards gender roles especially in the villages with an old traditional mindset.
I’ve been to the kali Maa temple in Kolkata when I was 12(2012). Just don’t remember which temple it was specifically.
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You must have visited the Kalighat temple, which is the most famous one, this is a different one though. You are right, we might have evolved in technology but are centuries behind in mindset for issues like gender and old age. Thanks for liking my story, always a pleasure to interact.
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Yip.
The pleasure is all mine😊.
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Good one Trishikh!
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Thanks Sunith always a pleasure.
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The description you gave of Kali is how most of the world outside of India,also, believe her to look. It is so sad that so late in time that girl children are not wanted.
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Very true, how people’s perception can be so different. The issue of gender discrimination is sadly here to stay, at least for many more years it seems. While the India in the cities that people see on the television and internet is just 20 to 30% of the country, rest is still rural and backward with a lot of social evils. This is true for many developing nations. Things are always changing for the good and I am sure that one day humans would eveolve to their ultimate state.
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Your challenging story, Trishikh, really makes me sad and I very much hope that you are right when saying things always change for the good! Many thanks
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Afterall what are we without any hope Martina. Hope is what fuels our desire to linger on, when everything around seems against us.
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Absolutely:)
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Actually, in almost all countries what we see on TV is not a true representation of the country. Yes, humans are constantly learning to do better. I hope they very soon learn the treasures they are throwing away.
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Yes I hope for it too. I am optimistic that amidst all the evils good will ultimately triumph, we will be better I am hopeful.
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I am happy for your optimism. 😊
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Wonderful…just amused by the way you might have done the research to write this one…Kudossssss…keep writing…YBR
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Thank you so much for your kind comment. Yes, research is a big part of my writing, as it gives me a lot of joy to learn so much about the topics around which my stories spin. With good wishes from friends like you and by the Grace of The Almighty, I shall continue my writing, and hopefully someday publish some of my stories in a book form.
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You will and i am pretty sure about it…YBR
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Thank you good old friend.
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A captivating story, but the issues of old age and gender are really unfortunate. In Kashi, there used to be Kashi karvat, that was nothing but sheer loot of old dying people. But not now. Such societal evils must come to an end.
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You are right KK. It is really an unfortunate thing. Glad you liked the story. Hopefully someday in the future things will become better and humans would evolve.
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😍 they way you described lord kali is amazing ….
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Thank you Aayushi. Yes, describing Goddess Kali is not easy for as those who do not know the Hindu religion, mythology, and stories of her will not understand her depiction.
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson’s Second Line View of the News.
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Thanks Ned. It’s a pleasure to see my story highlighted in your blog.
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Beautiful story expressed with hope for the future Trishikh💖
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Thanks Cindy, so glad that you liked the tale. Yes, what are we without hope, which is the strongest force the pulls us through the hardest of times.
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Beautifully written lively story. As I read, I can visualise Hoogly river, Goddess Kali, Kalinath, young mother, newly born baby. Feels like a real incident. Best wishes and prayers for you 🙂
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Thank you so much. Am so glad that you find my story visually engaging and vivid. Your comment gives me great encouragement to keep on writing such tales for all to enjoy.
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One of the most beautiful stories I have read of yours till date!! ✨✨
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Thank you Arpita. You have been keenly reading, commenting, and liking all my stories from day one. Really appreciate it.
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What an enthralling story!
I’m not sure how I went so long without discovering your account!
You’re a fantastic writer. Continue to write. 🤗
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Thank you so much Vidhi. It is a great honour that you bestow on me. There are many more stories in my blog. Do read them when you get the time, I am sure that you love most of them. I write and release one story every weekend. So glad that you found my blog, happy reading to you my friend.
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Definitely! I am going to read every single one of them.
Thank you! I wish you a pleasant reading experience as well.
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You are most welcome Vidhi.
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Wow!!!!!!
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Thank you so much for liking the story.
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Thank you for the lesson of your story. I do realise no matter what we have occupied ourselves with throughout life, success, riches, fame or a simple existence, it might turn out that despite all-out emotional investments and physical affords, in the end, we still graving a last purposeful act that can move our soul and can give us the feeling of completeness. And those who might be given such last opportunity are blessed indeed.
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You have really thought deeply about this, which makes writing the story worthwhile. I tried to pack this little saga with a lot of human emotions, internal conflicts of the mind, and human practices of death and religion. You have rightly said that blessed are those who in the December days at their life’s end are able to find a satisfying purpose.
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Read this one after a long pause. Loved the idea of the plot–life from death–and the visualization of the characters for its expression. Every instance of human interaction, typical or atypical, seems to be unique in expressing some idea. Your choice of characters, to me, is very apt for the present idea. Of course, your narration is gifted and stimulating. Would love to witness some more one-o-one time with Kali in between the narrative passages. Thanks for the pleasure!
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Dear Sunny, such a pleasure to have you comment on this story of mine. Your words of encouragement mean a lot. You have rightly said that some more personal time and interaction between Kalinath and Goddess Kali would have made a more emotional read, however, for shortage of space, I have perhaps sacrificed that. The greatest challenge of writing a short story according to me is to decide what to write and what not to write. Sometimes I am able to strike a good balance, at times I get carried away perhaps writing unnecessary things, and sometimes I omit the essentials that could have enriched the reading experience. I treasure your feedback, it certainly helps me better myself as a writer. Do visit my blog again good old friend and leave your pearls of wisdom for me to gain.
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The flame of your writing is warming enough to bring me back and think my thoughts below yours, I feel 🙂 I loved reading your ambient narrative style whenever I did, and learnt nuances and was gifted with thoughts. You are writing quite frequently for which sometimes you are perhaps not able to afford reading a finished piece with enough distance in time. But the privilege is that if/when you plan to publish these stories as a book, you can revisit them one by one from the beginning hopefully with little less memory so that you can read them more objectively and balance things out wherever necessary. Anyways, ‘art is never finished, only abandoned.’ How true!
It also seems to me that your stories will be nicely fitting for a TV series of sorts. May be that’s in the offing. 🙂
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Dear Sunny you give me great points to ponder upon. You are right when you say I am crunched with time, as I write one story every week, between all the hustle-bustle of daily life, family and office. Yes one day, if I get an opportunity to publish a printed copy, I am sure I would get a bit of time to re-edit. Yes, very true art is never perhaps completed, there is always room for betterment. Many have told me, that my stories can be shot as videos, maybe even animation would work – but then these thoughts are for a later time. For now I just want to keep on writing.
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You got the pure talent to say words that otherwise would be taken in different contexts. For instance… Her nude skin was darker than the unknown realms of the deepest abyss and her red tongue darted out of her mouth like a sword ready to slice through anything – this is so angelic!
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Thank you so much, your kind and thoughtful words provide me great encouragement to continue with my stories. Yes, all us need to say things in ways that would be acceptable to others. Being sensitive is a great virtue and a massive communication skill.
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Thank you for sharing another wonderful story. A moral and spiritual tale of considerable worth. Best Regards.
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Thank you Goff for liking the story. It’s my pleasure to share with the world.
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Pleasure. Really enjoyed the read. Best Regards.
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Thank you Goff. Best wishes to you as well.
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Cheers. Have a great weekend.
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You have a great weekend too Goff.
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Thanks.
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Poignant to read this after all that has recently been happing in India with all the Covid deaths.
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Thank Krista, glad that you liked my story. Your kind words encourage me a lot.
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Very nicely written.
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Thank you so much.
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Stupendously described about goddess Kali but above all the story was beautifully written.
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Thank you so much. You are a constant encouragement to my writing.
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sad story
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This has a bit sad of an ending but all hope is not lost at the end as there is life that blossoms. Life and death are the two sides of the coin of life.
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Thank you Trishikh for your writing! When will be the next one? It should be yesterday, or you changed time?
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Ya you are right, I was supposed to release a story this weekend, but could not complete it due to work pressure. So will release it this coming weekend. Sometimes, rarely though, I miss the deadline.
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Ok. Hope to see it today! (?)
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Yes you will get to read the story today. Just working on the finishing touches. Will release it in a while.
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Thanks for your like of my post, ” The Coming Kingdom 3;’ you are very kind.
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You are most welcome. It is my pleasure.
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👏 👏 👏
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Thank you so much.
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Thanks for your like of my post, “John 1:29;” you are very gracious. Also, thanks for the other likes that you have had for other articles that I have posted. It is a blessing having you as a friend.
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It is my pleasure and honour to have a brother in Christ.
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Yes. It really is. Thank you.
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Yet another mersmerizing story, Trishikh! How beautiful it is that he got the beauty in life he asked for and at the same time received it by saving the life of the baby girl.
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Yes Halim you are right. The story does have a positive ending, though it is surrounded in death. Thank you so much for liking the story. I always look forward to your comments.
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Very beautiful I am one of your biggest followers
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Thank you.
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This is fascinating, actually. I found myself cringing a little bit, but it is interesting to learn about where specific customs originate.
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So glad that you found this interesting. I feel my purpose is fulfilled to a great extent when someone learns something from my stories. Your comment encourages me greatly.
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Thank you very much for visiting my site. Your liking inspire me a lot.
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It is my pleasure Priti.
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Thank you sir
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Very enjoyable
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Thank you so much. Glad that you liked my story.
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Amazing
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Much appreciate.
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I like this story very much. And I like how you weave Indian history into your stories.
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Your comment gives me a great sence of fulfilment, as history and culture is a big part of my writing. I try to weave it with an interest fiction. Thank you so much for this wonderful comment, which I shall always treasure.
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beautifully written story that not only inciudes history culture but also message to society.your stories always remain in mind for a long period.awesome !thanks for visiting n liking my site my work.
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Your words of appreciation encourages me greatly. I am really thankful for your comment. This month I have been unable to dedicate time to writing. This is the 2nd week for the 1st time I was unable to write a story, and am feeling extremely bad about it. Your comment cheers me up and motivates me to publish a story by next week. I enjoy your blog content too and wish you all the best. Though Hindi is not one of my strong suits, still I have enjoyed many of your poetry and writings. Would be visiting again soon.
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you so much.
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You’re very welcome. I read a lot and rarely find someone who writes with such spiritual depth and yet still connects their spiritual awareness to a grounded reality. 😊
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Your kind words encourage me a lot. I try my best to bring forth many teachings and morals throug my stories laced in history, geography, and fiction. So glad that you find my storytelling grounded to reality.
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Very deep and powerful story. Spiritual, educational and evocative from beginning to end.
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Aviyah, your comment makes my day. Thank you so much for your beautiful appreciation.
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My pleasure. 🙏
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An extraordinary moving and thought provoking tale.
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Thank you so much Lesley. Your kind words of appreciation, encourages me a lot.
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Very touchy story. I was almost on the verge of breaking on reading it.
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Oh! You are very kind with your appreciation. Thank you profoundly.
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Reblogged this on Nelsapy.
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Thank you so much for reblogging this story of mine.
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Thanks for this post. You are a great historian.
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Oh! You are too kind with your appreciation. I treasure it. It gives me great encouragement to carry on writing.
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🙏🙏🙏
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This is truly interesting. Very different peak into history. A pleasure reading
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Thank you so much Parneet. Glad that you find my story interesting and historically enriching. The pleasure is all mine.
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TQ for sharing kali maa miracles 🙏
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My pleasure. So glad that you liked it.
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🙂👍🏻
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Such vivid and amazing writing.
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Thank you so much for appreciating. I am so glad that you find my writing “vivid and amazing”. Words of encouragement such as these, really makes writing these stories worthwhile.
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Thank you so much for taking interest in and promoting this story of mine.
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When I wrote my post about Ma Ganga, The River Ganges, I omitted the picture of Kali as it frightened me, and didn’t want my non-Indian readers be traumatized! I admire your bravery!
I love the story! Thank you!
Joanna
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Yes Gaby, I understand your hesitation in portraying Goddess Kali to readers of other faith. She can appear to be really scary. I think all of us need to read and research a bit about anything that we feat or are unable to understand. Then only will we be more acceptable and tolerant to the concepts and beliefs of others.
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I did research and I understand your point and your devotion but as
a non-Indian don’t have the same inbred reverence.
Also, I am Joanna. Gaby was an extraordinary hedgehog that influenced me to start my blog.
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I understand what you are saying Joanna.
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Thank you, Trishikh, but I still feel the same about Kali.
Joanna
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I respect your views.
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