Yuva Bharati - November 2019

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Thousands of years I have stood motionless, surrounded by the surging waves of three mighty oceans. Who was I before? Can I recall anything from my post? Yes, there is one clear picture ever shining in my memory, that of Devi Kumari standing on me, poised on one leg, in deep tapas. Every grain in me was throbbing at that divine touch. The ecstasy of those days! Around her the elements stood still! Such a delicate flower She was! Even my ‘stony’ heart melted at the sight of her. 1 was afraid her tender lotus foot would suffer, touching my hard surface. Softly, 1 raised myself and formed into a cushion to hold her foot—But that was long long ago, in a differ world altogether. Yet, to this day, I proudly bear the imprint of the divine foot, my ‘Srivatsa’. Centuries rolled by. I stood, a silent witness to the rise and fall of empires, to the glory, degradation at slavery of my Holy Motherland. I wanted to help my mother, offer myself to her. But how can a rock like me be of any service to anyone? Am I destined to remain a rock forever or like the renowned Ahalya, would some holy feet transform me, save me, redeem me, to serve my Motherland? It was then that I learned to pray and I started my tapas.