Parvati sat on the banks of Ganga, forlorn and purged of the joy of once being Shiva’s consort. She felt empty within. She longed for her husband as she touched the waters of the river that had flowed out of his matted tresses. She envied Ganga, for she had triumphed over Parvati to be held by Shiva. On the outside, she was Parvati but, on the inside, she was living various avatars. She was the once beatific Radha, who was scorched by jealousy as she watched Krishna engage in playful adventures with his wives. Stories abounded that...
This piece of writing is a part of Readomania Premium. Please pay ₹ 15 to read the full work.
Please Login / Register to pay
About the Author
Mona Verma
Member Since: 02 Jan, 2019
MONA VERMA is an alumnus of prestigious Lady Shri Ram College, New Delhi and an award winning author of 6 works of fiction, A Bridge to Nowhere, God is a River, The White Shadow , The Clown of Whitefields & other stories , The Other and Lost & Found....
View Profile
Comments