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- GHUSHMESWAR JYOTIRLINGA
years rolled by thus, and then time came for the wedding or her son.
All were rejoicing at the trials, and the efforts going to solemnize
the boy's wedding fittingly. But the devil jealousy that was
tormenting the first wife silently for two decades hit her badly.
That cobra's sting turned deadly and killed the boy with an axe one
night mercilessly - an act that plunged the whole family in endless
grief and eternal shame. The sorrowing mother, despite crushed to
powder by the dead weight of putrasoka was offering regular pujas to
the Sivalinga in the usual manner and going to the tank to immerse
it. Surprise of surprises. No sooner did she drop the linga into
water, one day than there arose over the sprinkling ripples of the
water her son. She was stupefied along with the spectators, who
gathered when she cried in joy. Her tears of
joy drenched her son, when bent low at her feet for blessings.