#krishnapriyaa

[vishnavishivaa]

Not me just falling in love with Keshava over and over...

 His friends and officers, each separately and all together, approaching him said,--'The time hath come, O exalted one, for thy sacrifice. Let arrangements, therefore, be made without loss of time.' While they were thus talking, Hari (Krishna), that omniscient and ancient one, that soul of the Vedas, that invincible one as described by those that have knowledge, that foremost of all lasting existences in the universe, that origin of all things, as also that in which all things come to be dissolved, that lord of the past, the future, and the present Kesava--the slayer of Kesi, and the bulwark of all Vrishnis and the dispeller of all fear in times of distress and the smiter of all foes, having appointed Vasudeva to the command of the (Yadava) army, and bringing with him for the king Yudhishthira just a large mass of treasure; entered that excellent city of cities. Khandava, himself surrounded by a mighty host and filling the atmosphere with the rattle of his chariot-wheels. And Madhava, that tiger among men enhancing that limitless mass of wealth the Pandavas had by that inexhaustible ocean of gems he had brought, enhanced the sorrows of the enemies of the Pandavas. The capital of the Bharata was gladdened by Krishna's presence just as a dark region is rendered joyful by the sun or a region of still air by a gentle breeze. Approaching him joyfully and receiving him with due respect, Yudhishthira enquired of his welfare. And after Krishna had been seated at ease, that bull among men, the son of Pandu, with Dhaumya and Dwaipayana and the other sacrificial priests and with Bhima and Arjuna and the twins, addressed Krishna thus,--

'O Krishna it is for thee that the whole earth is under my sway. And, O thou of the Vrishni race, it is through thy grace that vast wealth had been got by me. And, O son of Devaki, O Madhava, I desire to devote that wealth according to the ordinance, unto superior Brahmanas and the carrier of sacrificial libations. And, O thou of the Dasarha race, it behoveth thee, O thou of mighty arms, to grant me permission to celebrate a sacrifice along with thee and my younger brothers. Therefore, O Govinda, O thou of long arms, install thyself at that sacrifice; for, O thou of the Dasarha race, if thou performed the sacrifice, I shall be cleansed of sin. Or, O exalted one, grant permission for myself being installed at the sacrifice along with these my younger brothers, for permitted by thee, O Krishna. I shall be able to enjoy the fruit of an excellent sacrifice.'

Thank you, Sabha Parva, Mahabharata, for doing this to me. This is from KMG translation of the Northern Recension of Mahabharata.

And thank you for all the analysis and citations that have now enabled me to start with Mahabharata.

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Tagging people I think will be interested, let me know if I should add you to this in the comments or in DM.

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[krsnaradhika]

your reblogs are so sweet and interesting, i will always look forward to them!! :D

Thank you. I've seen yours too and I think finding more krishnapriyaas is always a pleasant thing 🫶🏻✨

[abrighterlightformoths]

NO CAUSE I HAD NY SANSKRIT TEST TODAY AND UT HAD THE MOST ADORABLE KRISHNA STORY ATTACHED JCNZBSNFKCNS

anyway thought of krishnapriyaa @jeyaam

[vishnavishivaa]

Saundarya: Seraphic Oneness ( Ficlet #1)

Gazes Through Showers

Manohar had finally gotten an early release that day from work. He did work in His father’s company, but He had refused to be treated as someone special, insisting He climb the rung by Himself, especially if He was to become the Managing Director eventually. He wanted to see what every position offered to be able to improve the company as time went by. The pride on His father Vasudev and elder brother Halesh’s faces was more than enough for Him to know He had made the right decision regarding the company. But in that moment, all He really wanted was to go home to His Amma’s bhajjis and tea, relax next to her and talk about the happenings of the day, of dreams of the future. But here He was, caught in the rain, in this crazy, unmoving Bangalore traffic. Was there nothing… He sighed and turned on His playlist, shuffling His Tamil music playlist, hoping that some song that would suit the mood would appear somehow. “Venmathi venmathiye nillu,” the melancholy of love at first sight filled his car, and Manohar relaxed. This song perfectly set the mood, for the gloomy sky and the insane traffic gave Him the same vibes. He sang to himself softly, staring at the endless traffic and the dark rain clouds. Sometimes, He had seen his own complexion dance with the colour of the rain clouds. Rather, very often it had happened, and in recent days, even more so.

Every priest he has met in any temple He went to had told Him that His Divinity was like Vaasudeva Krishna's; that He was meant to change the world, but how could He without His other half by His side?

Manohar sighed softly, looking out His window, when the visual before Him made Him pause, and blink His eyes, repeatedly.

Was that... a young woman dancing in the rain? Amidst the thunder and lightning, all alone, though it felt like the rain was dancing with and around Her. Who was She? Why did She feel like someone intimately close to His heart?

"Jannalin vazhi, vandhu vizhundhadhu minnalin oli..." crooned His radio, as Manohar watched Her unblinking. Even the song sensed the thrumming of His heart and veins, it seemed. He peered more, making to lower the glass of His window, to take Her in better, when the sudden turn She executed in Her dance made Their eyes clash.

And the whole world stopped.

Manohar could feel something ancient awaken in His veins, something primal, beyond the human body, something intimately connected with the Soul, and for that moment, He felt the same from Her too, if Her parted pink lips and the widening of Her neelotpala eyes meant what He thought they did; surprise and knowing, a reflection of His own mixed emotions.

He was unsure what to think; He did not even know what He felt.

But He knew He was overwhelmed, that He felt too many things- who was She? Why did She awaken in Him something He had not felt before?

She was imprinted in Him. He rolled down His window, just to get a clearer look at Her, and it was exactly then that the traffic started to move slowly. He sighed, looking at Her as if to say sorry, before slowly driving away, watching Her for as long as He could, Her eyes never leaving Him either.

'Shankara, bless me so that She and I will meet again, and soon!'

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Kamalaa could not forget those delightful dark brown eyes, like the soil of the rich earth, that had read her Soul that day. She even remembered those beautiful molten gold specks that danced all over His eyes, even from the distance, amidst heavy rain. The cold She had gotten due to dancing in the rain did not bother Her, but not knowing the identity of the man with the captivating eyes bothered Her.

She wanted to meet Him, get to know Him. Something about Him- it told Her clearly that He was the One.

The One She had always dreamt of.

Somehow, She just knew.

Even She could not explain how it was so, but She was more than sure that He was the One for Her. He was Her beloved Krishna.

"Purushottama," She prayed. "Come for me and to me very soon."

She felt a cool breeze touch Her, the blessing of Her Lord,as if to indicate that all will be well.

"May I ever be yours," She prayed once more, when the light sounds of Her mother's aarati reached Her ears, the ringing sounds of the archanai bell like the melody of Krishna's flute, an answer in reassurance.

"I knew you will always be there for me, Mannavane."

With those words, She slipped out of Her room, not noticing the mild fluttering of the peacock feather on Her desk even in the absence of air, a further sign from Murari, the enlivener of hearts.

A day later...

The house was decorated like a new bride, festoons and flowers hung everywhere. It had ben decorated for the welcoming of the hopeful groom of Kamalaa's elder cousin sister Revathi, the latter a karate instructor and architect, managing both professions with aplomb. Kamalaa Herself had been busy with adorning Her sister with jewels required for the occasion, without taking away Revathi's individuality.

Kamalaa's hobby was aesthetic, elegant dressing, while professionally, she was a child psychiatrist, and had seen a lot of unexpected cases.

"Kamalaa," Revathi said. "Do you think this will work out?"

"I feel it will. I have a good feeling about this match, in a way I did not about the previous ones," said Kamalaa softly. "That explains the dressing up too, I guess."

"You always dress me up beautifully, but since you met that mystery man, I feel like you allowed your romantic side to come out in full force, and that is showing in how you are dressing me up."

"Is it?" Kamalaa felt the jhumkas on Her ears hit Her skin lightly, creating a pleasant sensation rather than pain, as She entwined Revathi's long braid with a fusion of malli and kanakambaram.

"It is, and I am loving this," said Revathi. "You have made me some celestial apsara?"

Revathi was clearly joking, but Kamalaa looked at Her sister, and said, "You do not know how beautiful you truly are. Hopefully, my Athimber can and will show you."

"Girls, they are near. Kamalaa, check to make sure all the food is ready, and keep Revathi's vadai-sambar in the front," called out Prerna, Kamalaa's mother, who had taken the position of Revathi's after the latter lost hers.

Kamalaa looked at Revathi and kissed Her forehead gently.

"Get ready Akka, the time has come."

With that, Kamalaa left the room, heading to join the welcoming committee, just as the golden brown eyes her heart had been captivated by fell on Her.

Kamalaa stilled and met His eyes, as He too paused, taken in by Her, the whole world falling away, only each other in the vicinity of the intense gaze of love that radiated from them.

"Purushottama," She whispered, low enough that none but She could hear Herself.

"Neela," He whispered, as if having heard Her, His eyes boring into Hers, as everyone around Them greeted each other, the heady love in the air enhanced within Them, as both walked inside, now side by side, as if unable to even part.

'Krishna, you came, as you promised,' Kamalaa prayed, as everyone got seated, and the introductions started, Kamalaa still glancing at the man intermittently, Her veins thrumming with reassurance and hope.

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[abrighterlightformoths]

haha you're right, i am pretty

why are all my friends literally the prettiest

[vishnavishivaa]

I am writing new stuff for PS again without focusing on my old stuff, which is characteristic of me. So…

Furthermore, I will be writing multiple genres hereafter, and I do plan to post them in excerpts here, if not fully, with links to the whole chapters.

I do need separate tag lists for different genres, I am sure. But please let me know if you want it be on all my lists, Sanatana, Ponniyin Selvan, historical fiction, analysis and sharing information from scriptures and inscriptions.

Will also be doing polls in the upcoming days!

[vishnavishivaa]

As always, I was thinking what I could post for sanātanā, when I realized, doesn’t everything get included in that?

So I will also include my experiences, research, stories, snippets from that, and many such things.

Where and who would you like me to start with?

[vishnavishivaa]

क्र्स्न-वामाम्स-भुतायै क्र्स्नायै सततम् नमः

krsna-vāmāmsa-bhutāyai krsnāyai satatam namaḥ

नमः श्री-क्र्स्न-रुपिन्यै क्र्स्ने तुभ्यम् नमो नमः

namaḥ śrī-krsna-rupinyai krsne tubhyam namo namaḥ- Yamuna Stava, Garga Samhita

Obeisances to Srī Yamunā, who was born from the left side of Sri Krsna, Obeisances to Srī Yamunā, who is of the form of Krsna! O Srī Yamunā, obeisances to you! Obeisances to you!

A Mahadevi form a day (4/9)

May KrishnaPriyaa Yamuna forever take you to the Lotus feet and Lotus heart of Her Shyam!

[abrighterlightformoths]

HAHAHAHHA NO THANK *YOU* FOR GIVING ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO WROTE ABOUT KRISHNA

in light of you telling me i could write something to this;

You rest under the banyan tree, loose tendrils of silk frame your face ever so elegantly and I'm tempted to push them to the side, whether it's to ease the scowl on your face or to feel the soft lotus touch of your skin is unbeknown to me.

You rest under the banyan tree, your head resting upon it's lap as if it were your sweet Yashodha's, and you feel at ease for once as the cows graze down by the river, sure to not wake their beloved cowherd

You rest under the banyan tree, the setting sun kisses your face in a goodbye and the yamuna flows, singing to you her thaalatu

You rest under the banyan tree and I? I fall, mesmerized.

utterly, deeply, endlessly.

IM HONOURED BABES THIS IS SO PRETTY 😭💗💗

[jeyaam]

now a more light-hearted question, krishnapriyaa; if a four-year-old krishna came up to you and asked you to help him steal butter from ma yashodha, would you do it?

KRISHNAPRIYAA JUST MAKES MY HEART ALL WARM AND SOFT AAAAHH THANKS LOE 🥺💗💗

also i would try to be like “hey don’t do that do u wanna make your amma angry 🥲” but i know he won’t listen + i have a soft spot for him so i’ll cautiously help him steal the butter but i’ll make sure he doesn’t leave ANY traces of himself or me behind. BUT if he does get caught in the end i’ll just push all the blame to him honestly bc why not HAJSJSJS

krishna can defend himself alright he’s a whole incarnation of Vishnu 😌

[abrighterlightformoths]

hi how are you? are you taking care of yourself? drinking enough water? having sufficient sleep? doing some self-care? doing whatever you want? if not 😡🔪🔪🔪 go do it now ily

hi!! I've been doing okay i suppose, i had to try and take some time off for myself which i guess counts as self-care?? but i have been well!!

unfortunately, my body has never known sufficient sleep or proper meals lol😔😔

how are you doing, my lovely krishnapriyaa?❤️❤️

[jeyaam]

WAIT NO THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺🥰

💕✨krishna✨💕

WAKING UP TO KRISHNA PICS IN MY INBOX IS AMAZING THANK YOU LOEE 🥰💗💗

[abrighterlightformoths]

bringing this back cause i miss her again

@jeyaam

it's been a single day and i already miss the bestie :(

[abrighterlightformoths]

i love how this implies you are slightly afraid of yashodha and honestly same, i don't want to be tied to the mortar😭😭

now a more light-hearted question, krishnapriyaa; if a four-year-old krishna came up to you and asked you to help him steal butter from ma yashodha, would you do it?

KRISHNAPRIYAA JUST MAKES MY HEART ALL WARM AND SOFT AAAAHH THANKS LOE 🥺💗💗

also i would try to be like “hey don’t do that do u wanna make your amma angry 🥲” but i know he won’t listen + i have a soft spot for him so i’ll cautiously help him steal the butter but i’ll make sure he doesn’t leave ANY traces of himself or me behind. BUT if he does get caught in the end i’ll just push all the blame to him honestly bc why not HAJSJSJS

krishna can defend himself alright he’s a whole incarnation of Vishnu 😌

[abrighterlightformoths]

RIGHT?? I INSTANTLY THOUGHT OF YOU AND WAS LIKE "send it to krishnapriyaa" (just to be clear I mean krishna's favorite)

💕✨krishna✨💕

WAKING UP TO KRISHNA PICS IN MY INBOX IS AMAZING THANK YOU LOEE 🥰💗💗