Winters have almost flown away. But this night is not quite just like all other nights of winters. The sky is shrouded with black,wet,thick clouds saturated with water. Thundering and lightening broke the silence of the murky night. Not a wink of sleep was in my eyes. I was wondering how nature anticipated my gloomy state. Something was stuck in my mind, something which is as bright as moon, as enlightened as sun as sweet as blossoming nectar but I can’t figure it. I don’t know how to reveal it but it always vibrates within me.
I sighed deeply and completed my daily prayer. This is a routine of mine to go to the terrace and light a small earthen lamp in front of Maa Tulsi. Today this tiny lamp was looking so shallow under those jolts of thunderbolts. But still it was shining with its full strength and vigour.I was amazed to see that the strong wind had a also started attacking the lamp but it hardly affected the flame.
Suddenly I trembled with cold when I felt some drops of water slithering on my neck. It was a light shower of rain. I managed my lamp under a brick bridge and alighted quickly to the verandah. It drizzled silently but the light sound of whispering leaves broke that silence conveniently(*). I saw all of my plants. They were happy with this sudden boon of rain. The Tulsi plant is brightened with the light of that lamp lying under its pot. All its leaves were glistening with the light. It was looking heavenly.
I don’t know why I remembered the story of Vrinda(Tulsi), a woman brimming with love, devotion and the power of belief.
Vrinda was a devoted wife who was attached with her husband emotionally as well as spiritually. Her devotion gave an uncanny strength to her husband who was a barbaric demon. Even God wasn’t able to stop his inhuman atrocities because of Varinda’s love and devotion. For the sake of humanity God took an inhuman decision. He disguised himself as Vrinda’s husband and stayed with her a whole night and ruined the dignity of a woman or a loyal wife. Next day Vrinda realized the truth and was drenched with grief and guilt. Her inconsolable state forced her to suicide. She burned herself alive in front of God. Even God realized his own injustice. He bowed his head and it was said that His body color was changed in black due to His injustice and shame. He declared Vrinda as His wife and gave her a boon that she would always stay in every house as a plant named Tulsi and God Himself would lay at her feet as a black colored stone named Shaligram.
A strong blow of cold spinechilling wind brought me to the cruel reality.The tinkling sound of rain was getting louder from the tin roof of our verandah. Where are those women who became a challenge for God? Where are those women whom love and devotion became a power which couldn’t be broken by the Almighty God even? Where has that true and holy devotion obliviated which is unreachable even for the Gods? Could we ever realize what the significance of dignity is?