Since the CVs have been extremely stingy and hesitant to portray Shiva-Parvati romance, and since we here are so keen, here's a little something (written on a member's request- who has asked me maintain his/her anonymity).
The scene is set in Kailash, soon after their wedding.
It is the night of the full moon. Personally he used to prefer the amavasya nights, when the black sky mirrored the darkness in his soul. But today, he felt soothed seeing the silver rays of the moon fall on the water ripples. The icy slopes of Kailash reflected the moonbeams and the whole area was bathed in an ethereal, lustrous glow. How was it that he had never noticed the beauty of this place before? Or was it that, it had suddenly acquired this beauty because of someone's arrival?
The thought of her brought a smile to his face. She had arrived ... once again- to Kailash, once again into his life. Their journey had not been easy.
Determined not to let the past repeat itself, he had made her take the difficult path. Steeling his heart, he had watched as she burnt herself in the fire of penance. She had called out to him so many times, when she felt could carry on no longer. It required immense self control on his part not to answer her call. There was nothing more he wanted than to rush to her and take her in her arms, but he could not do that till she had reached the summit of her tapasya. Even Gods were bound.
But very subtly, by pervading in her consciousness, he had guided her through every step, every level. And along with her, he too underwent every emotion. When she surrounded herself with fire, he burnt. When she stood on one leg, chanting his name, his heart ached.
His tears insulated her from the heat; his pain relieved her. But all that was now the past. Now they were together, hopefully forever.
He became aware of something soft on his feet. He opened his eyes to see her sitting down, her face lowered, offering flowers at his feet. He bent down and took her hands in his and brought it close to his lips. She blushed and turned her face away. A lock of hair fell on her face, veiling her. He did not like to be deprived of his wife's face's vision and he gently brushed the hair away. He smiled as he saw her blush harder. Her face was now as red as her lips, he thought.
"Tell me, dearest, what do I mean to you?" he asked as he lifted her face.
"Nothing in this world is hidden from you, my Lord. Why then do you ask?" she replied
"I want to hear it from your mouth'" he teased.
"You are to me...my Lord..."she hesitated, lowering her face again.
"Yes...go on..."he encouraged her, smiling broadly
Her voice dipped, "You are to me, Lord...what breath is to the body, what light is to the Sun. Without you, Lord, I exist not."
He held his breath, as she continued "I was only a human. Your touch made me divine"
He burst out spontaneously "And I was a God, but your love made me a human"
She looked up into his eyes and he looked down into hers. He leaned forward and holding her by her shoulders made her get up. He wanted time to freeze so that he could savour every moment. He placed his hands on her waist and brought her closer to him. Closing her eyes, she melted into his arms. She felt her whole being surrender into his body. And holding her in his arms, he had never felt so complete before.
Purusha and Prakriti had united once again.
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