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Note: This one is written on basis of the belief in Bengal, that Lakshmi, Saraswati, Ganesh and Kartik are the children of Maa Durga who comes to visit Himalaya and Menavati every year in Ashwin during Durga puja.
Also, in most of the version, Menavati is referred to as Menaka, and I have used the same. 😳
Hoe you will like it!
Awestruck, Menaka watched her daughter descend from her mica-strewn palanquin. A streak of vermilion glowed across the parting of her long curling hair, matching the borders of her otherwise white garment. The jewels adorning shone in the glow of her complexion.
The end of her trident glistened as it embraced the first stream of dawn light. As she stood before her parents, her hands folded in a polite request for blessings, she mirrored the frozen landscape of the dawn.
The world witnessed anew the bride of the Brahman.
With skin as white as the swan, Saraswati wore yellow garments that resembled the ripe strands of grain. With an enchanting jhankar to her veena, the daughter of Durga, came forth to take her place to the left of the Mother.
The world witnessed anew the appearance of Wisdom.
Complexion as bright as molten gold, Lakshmi advanced with demure steps. Decked as bride, doe-like eyes downcast, she stood to the right of her mother clutching the Kalash of Fortune.
The world witnessed anew the modesty of Beauty.
A long trunk and a large belly is but the external beauty of Ganesh. Holding his veiled, coy wife he stood beside his sister decked in compassion. His smile seemed to reflect the glow of happiness itself.
The world witnessed anew the glory of Fulfillment.
Sukumar, youthful Kartik kumar , his complexion matching that of Lakshmi, advanced to guard the side of his versed sister. Decked in a shining suit of armour, he looked nothing short of the worthy son of Durga.
Menaka gasped once more, this time to see the ascetic grace the side of the queen. She wondered, secretly ecstatic, how well molten gold had blended into camphor.
She advanced, with the aarti thaal, to greet the Queen of the three worlds, complete with Princes and Princesses, and her tapaswi King of the mountains.
However, in her eyes there stood a little girl of eight, the sixteen types of jewels basking in the glow her beauty.
Her Uma had arrived.
Also, in most of the version, Menavati is referred to as Menaka, and I have used the same. 😳
Hoe you will like it!
Awestruck, Menaka watched her daughter descend from her mica-strewn palanquin. A streak of vermilion glowed across the parting of her long curling hair, matching the borders of her otherwise white garment. The jewels adorning shone in the glow of her complexion.
The end of her trident glistened as it embraced the first stream of dawn light. As she stood before her parents, her hands folded in a polite request for blessings, she mirrored the frozen landscape of the dawn.
The world witnessed anew the bride of the Brahman.
With skin as white as the swan, Saraswati wore yellow garments that resembled the ripe strands of grain. With an enchanting jhankar to her veena, the daughter of Durga, came forth to take her place to the left of the Mother.
The world witnessed anew the appearance of Wisdom.
Complexion as bright as molten gold, Lakshmi advanced with demure steps. Decked as bride, doe-like eyes downcast, she stood to the right of her mother clutching the Kalash of Fortune.
The world witnessed anew the modesty of Beauty.
A long trunk and a large belly is but the external beauty of Ganesh. Holding his veiled, coy wife he stood beside his sister decked in compassion. His smile seemed to reflect the glow of happiness itself.
The world witnessed anew the glory of Fulfillment.
Sukumar, youthful Kartik kumar , his complexion matching that of Lakshmi, advanced to guard the side of his versed sister. Decked in a shining suit of armour, he looked nothing short of the worthy son of Durga.
Menaka gasped once more, this time to see the ascetic grace the side of the queen. She wondered, secretly ecstatic, how well molten gold had blended into camphor.
She advanced, with the aarti thaal, to greet the Queen of the three worlds, complete with Princes and Princesses, and her tapaswi King of the mountains.
However, in her eyes there stood a little girl of eight, the sixteen types of jewels basking in the glow her beauty.
Her Uma had arrived.
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