Shani wanted to view this obliquely, but couldn’t. It was dark. The antiquity – dark. The netherworlds – dark. As if nothing existed!
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His father, Ravi, said, “let there be light!”
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Ravi’s paternal uncle Soma said, “if that dazzle burns, I will offer my soothing glow.”
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Mangal said, “your glow soothes my mother. It gives her flow. But I see only your dark side. The burn doesn’t spare me. My redness is permanent!”
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Budh, Soma’s son, said softly, “In that glow of yours, I had found my love – Ila. I do not like the red. I bask in that yellow. The Kimpurushas bask in that yellow. It’s happy.”
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Brihaspati, still angry at Soma for the transgressions Soma did with his wife Tara, sighed and muttered, “lo and behold – the meaninglessly idyllic lives and carefree expositions of the so-called Devas! I sometimes wonder, would it have been better if that day Shri Vishnu chose otherwise…”
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Shukra, seeing all of these from a distance of five lokas, smiled and thought, “suits them… and you… just fine, dear cousin. Keep them high on immortality… and I’ll keep the guys here grounded on undeath. Here, they now worship me – call my day the holiest of all. I give them lust. And I help them spawn. I help them being fearless, and conquer it all. Yes, all will be washed away on the final day – but till then, it will be my rule here!”
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