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A Boon
The Vindhya mountains stood like the god of time in the dense darkness of the night. The small trees on its slopes seemed like the locks of his hair, and the temple of the eight-armed goddess, with its white flags fluttering in the gentle breeze, resembled her head. A flickering lamp within the temple glowed like a distant star.
Mid-night had passed. A chilling silence enveloped everything. The dark waters of the Ganges flowed serenely at the foot of the mountains, their rhythm a melodious song. The flickering flames of the boatmen's hearths were visible here and there on the banks. In this hour, a woman clad in white stood before the eight-armed goddess, her hands clasped together. Her mature face, tinged with a yellowish hue, conveyed a noble composure. After a long period of silence, she spoke.
“Mother! Not a single Tuesday has passed in the last twenty years that I haven't bowed my head at your feet. Not a day has gone by without reflecting on you, oh world-preserving queen. Despite my devoted service, my heart's desires remain unfulfilled. Where can I go, leaving you?”
“Mother, I have observed countless fasts, worshipped countless gods, undertaken pilgrimages, but my wish remains unfulfilled. I have now come to your sanctuary. Now, where can I go, leaving you? You have always granted the wishes of your devotees. Can I despair at your court?”
The woman continued her supplications for a while. Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of devotion washed over her. Her eyes closed, and a voice echoed in her ears.
“Suvama! I am greatly pleased with you. Ask for what you desire.”
Suvama was filled with joy. Her heart pounded with excitement. After twenty years, the queen had granted her an audience. Trembling, she said, “Whatever I ask, oh queen, may you grant.”
“Yes, it shall be granted.”
“I have undertaken great penance, and therefore, I shall ask for a grand boon.”
“Would you seek the wealth of Kubera?”
“No.”
“The strength of Indra?”
“No.”
“The wisdom of Saraswati?”
“No.”
“Then what do you desire?”
“The most precious thing in the world.”
“What is that?”
“A virtuous son.”
“One who will bring glory to the family?”
“No.”
“One who will serve their parents?”
“No.”
“One who is learned and b?”
“No.”
“Then what is a virtuous son?”
“One who serves their nation.”
“Blessed be your wisdom. Go, your wish shall be fulfilled.”
This was a truly inspirational story by the great writer Munshi Premchand. This story teaches us many valuable lessons. The entire Subkuz team is dedicated to bringing inspiring stories to our visitors daily. Continue reading such inspiring and informative stories on Subkuz.com.
