|
Heard
you not the stories of immortal women, who taught unforgettable
lessons to the All-powerful gods through suckling and feeding with
nectarine milk of paativratya. Tell me, what justification is there
in giving me to an innocent youth of the town as you said, out of
fear of Vishnu Vardhan? Would our wedded life become honourable, or
live-worthy celebrated in such haste? Would it not gnaw every minute
at the vitals of our stale, joyless existence? Above all, woman is
akin to a fragrant colourful flower that blossom to its fullest
extent and scatter perfume only at the sight and in the company of
her rightful partner. She is parapurusha chandrakam lini - develops
and displays her absolute mighty beauty in the presence of her Lord
like the lotus at the sight of the Sun and shrinks in size, when
parapurusha comes into her view.
|
