Munshi Premchand's Best Story: Matwali Yogini
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We present here a timeless story by Munshi Premchand, titled:
* Matwali Yogini
Madhavi was a withered flower from the very beginning. Disappointment had reduced her to dust. She became a twenty-year-old ascetic yogi. What a life she had! Either no desires arose in her heart, or fate prevented them from blossoming. Her love was an immense ocean. Such a deluge arose that all hopes and aspirations of life were destroyed. She donned the garments of a yogi, freeing herself from worldly bonds. The world is merely another name for these desires and hopes. To consider someone who has channeled them into a river of despair as worldly-minded is a misunderstanding. This kind of intoxication never brought peace to the Matwali Yogini. Like the fragrance of a flower, she wandered from place to place, reciting verses of love. Her saffron robes beautifully highlighted her form, a representation of love. At the sight of this embodiment of love, tears would well up in the eyes of onlookers. When she played her vina and sang, listeners' hearts were filled with devotion; each word steeped in the essence of love.
The Matwali Yogini had a deep love for Lord Balaji. Her verses frequently celebrated his glory. From the day she embraced the role of a yogi and abandoned social expectations for the sake of love, the Goddess Saraswati took up residence on her tongue. People would travel hundreds of miles to listen to her sweet verses. Just as the gopis left their homes, entranced by the sound of the flute, so too did the listeners' hearts overflow with emotion at the sound of her melodies. Hearing her verses was like drinking a nectar of bliss. No one ever saw this yogi laugh or cry. She experienced neither joy nor sorrow over anything. Why should one who has no desires laugh or cry? Her countenance was an embodiment of joy. The sight of her filled the observers' eyes with pure bliss.
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