Amarsri is spellbound, Srinav is mesmerized. The gods and goddesses are charmed, while the humans are bewitched. The animals are enthralled, birds are enraptured, and the trees are captivated.
And who wouldn't be? For the supreme God himself has des...
The Gopis sprinkled the auspicious gaumutra over the incarnation of the lord, then applied the dust from the cow's feet over his body, and the holy dung over 12 body parts, for his protection.
"Ajanma bhagwaan tere paero ki raksha kare."
"Manimaan ghutno ki raksha kare."
"Yagyapurush jaanghon ki."
"Achyut kamar ki."
"Haygreev pet ki raksha kare."
They were chanting beej mantras for the protection and well-being of the child, their voices blending together in a soothing harmony.
"Surya kanth ki raksha kare."
"Vishnu baaho ki."
"Urukram mukh ki."
"Ishwar mastishk ki."
The maidens, their faces serene and filled with devotion, continued their chant, their eyes closed in deep concentration. The little incarnation of Narayan looked at their love and care for him with an amused expression. After this Yashoda breastfed her son and made him sleep on the cradle.
It was then when Nand also arrived from Mathura along with other cowherds. And when they say the giant form of Putana dead, they all were shocked beyond words.
Nand muttered, "Awashya Vasudev pichle janm mei koi Rishi ya yogeshwar rahe honge. Unhone jaisa kaha tha, waisa hi utpaat yaha dekhne ko mil raha hai."
The cowherds brought their axes and cut down the body of Putana in pieces. They transported it outside Gokul and placed it in the heaps of sticks and burnt it, performing her final rites.
Surprisingly, when being burnt, her body emitted a sweet scent, like that of an incense stick. After all, she had fed her milk to the lord, and attained supreme worlds that can only be obtained by honest beings. And though she was a Rakshasi, she got the paramgati that can be obtained only by mothers.
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Yashoda was surrounded by the Gopis, as she cradled her son in her arms. It was the first time she was about to give oil massage to her newborn, however she was unsure of how it should be done. She was waiting for Rohini, but the latter had gone to tend to Balram.
The Gopis tried to assure and help her, but all of them were of different opinions as to how the massage should be done, some of which contradicted another. Therefore Yashoda didn't know how she should do it.
"Arrey Yashoda kaki, aap meri suniye."
"Nahi nahi Yashoda ji, mai jaisa kehti hu aap waisa kariye."
Suddenly they all heard a creak of the gate outside.
"Lagta hai koi aya hai, hum dekh ke aaye hai." Two of the maiden, went outside to see who had arrived.
However when they reached the threshold, both of them stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening in awe and disbelief. They had never seen anyone so breathtakingly beautiful, even in their wildest dreams.
The lady who arrived was dressed in a simple, yet elegant, attire, her long dark curly hair cascading down her back. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of reddish brown, sparkled with an otherworldly light as she moved with a sense of purpose towards the home.
"Thehero !" They stopped her, causing her to look at them with a frown.
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Her presence seemed to fill the room with an air of tranquility, and the maidens couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence in her presence. However because of the trick of Putana that had fooled them before, they weren't sure about her.
"Kaun ho tum ?" One of them asked suspiciously.
"Nayika." She said with a smile.
"Kabhi Gokul mei nahi dekha tumhe. Kaha se ho ? Aur yaha kyu aayi ho ?" The second maiden asked.
Smilingly Nayika said, "Mai bade dur se yaha apne Pita se milne aayi thi. Fir suna ki mukhiya ko ek adbhut putra praapt huya. Socha milti jaayu."
As she stood at the threshold of the cottage, the maidens hesitated, unsure of whether to welcome her or turn her away. But as they looked into her eyes, they saw a depth of kindness and compassion that put their fears to rest.
"Pita ka kya naam hai ?" They asked.
"Vishnu." She said simply.
There was something about her that seemed to transcend the mortal realm, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and curiosity about her. Little did they know it was Harihareshwari herself who had arrived to meet the incarnation of her father.
"Kaun aya hai ?" Yashoda's voice came from inside.
One maiden turned her head and said, "Koi yuvati hai, keh rahi hai lalla se milne ki iccha hai."
"Aane do." Yashoda said.
The maidens gestured for her to come inside. As she stepped through the threshold, a sense of calm and serenity seemed to wash over the room, and the rest of the gopis couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence in her presence. They couldn't help but marvel at the otherworldly beauty and grace that seemed to emanate from her every step.
The little incarnation of Narayan, cradled in his mother's arms, turned his head towards the disguised form of Amarsri and let out a delighted giggle. His eyes sparkled with recognition as he extended his tiny arms towards her, yearning to be held by her.
Yashoda looked at her son's reaction and then back at the enchanting lady who had graced her house.
"Kya mai goud mei uthayu ?" Nayika asked.
Without saying a word, Yashoda handed her son to her. The maidens, now in awe of the stranger's ability to captivate the infant, stepped back in wonder as the goddess gently lifted the divine child into her arms. As she held him close, the incarnation of Narayan nestled his head against the heart of his beloved daughter.
