Tales froM Indian Mythology

SR No.: 006950
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: A S Raman
Publisher: Kutub Popular
Publication Year: 1961
Total Pages: 166
Language: English
Classification: Book_English
File Size: 16 MB

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Tales from Indian Mythology say something. She seemed greatly intrigued, but remained silent.
"I suggest,” observed Vasishtha discreetly, "you permit me to take your daughter with me to Samvarana."
"Must you seek my permission? She is your child and, by all means, she may, under your guidance, marry Samvarana if she approves of him. Of course, my presence would not be necessary there because of yours. O guru of gurus, I am honoured by your gracious solicitude for the future of my daughter."
On an auspicious day, Vasishtha and Tapati set out for earth in the Sun's own chariot blazing across the firmament. When they landed, they found Samvarana furiously' shooting arrows at the Sun. Vasishtha smiled, and removed the bow from Samvarana's hands, observed : "This is not yours now. You must preserve it for your future son, Kuru, whom Tapati shall bear you. And he shall use it, not against imaginary enemies as you have been doing, but against real ones and wrest your throne from them." Tapati blushed but yielded, as Vasishtha offered her hand to Samavarna who clasped it. They both bowed to the great sage who showered his choicest blessings on them. Presently arrived Samvarana's prime minister with two garlands. He made obeisance to Vasishtha, and, in great ecstasy, placed the garlands round the necks of Tapati and Samvarana. "Am I a fool,” asked he with an impish twinkle in the eye, "or a foreteller ?”
Even after his marriage to Tapati, Samvarana had to spend twelve years in the wilderness. But they passed like twelve