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Tales of the Gods
He mistook her stillness for an invitation.
He mistook her stillness for an invitation.
Vaishnavi had gone into the Trikuta mountains to meditate.
A young ascetic whose devotion was already, by local account, strong enough to draw the attention of beings far beyond ordinary human notice.
Travellers passing through the region had begun speaking of her presence there before any of what followed had happened.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.