The village was decorated with lights, garlands, and colors, as the long wait of the villagers was about to end. Finally, the auspicious hour came when the chief priest called his son to prepare himself for the grand event. After the aarti was done, Vivaswan turned to the crowd of devotees who were waiting to see their new Chief Priest and seek his blessings.

After a moment of pause, Vivaswan said, “I am a worshipper of God. I am also a worshipper of love. And I see no difference between these two, for I am guided by the light that enlightens my path to the absolute bliss and the ultimate truth.”

Holding the panch pradeep, he took the vow to renounce the material world. He looked at everyone present there, and then, slowly, went towards the sanctum sanctorum. He decided to spend the rest of his life in the quiet, dark room beside the sanctum sanctorum. Nobody saw him returning. He chose to be there forever, in the room of the sacred darkness, for he devoted his life to the pursuit of light in the dark.

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(Yamini means starry night or light in the dark. Vivaswan means the Sun. Night and Sun never meet each other. They only have a glimpse stolen from eternity, when making a place for the other, at the hours of dawn and dusk. But who knows, there would have been an untold story between them, which is why Night never asks for light from the Sun. Instead, she lights herself with those shimmering stars who hear her story and lend a shoulder to weep, for their stories end in the room of darkness. Night cries for all her life, and leaves in silence before the first hour of dawn arrives on the earth. Her tears become the dewdrops. Those glistening dewdrops sparkle like the pearls of dawn. They dance with the rays of the Sun, as if Night’s unspoken words are conveyed to her beloved. And she, knowing that her love would stay here forever, sleeps in peace.)

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