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...
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