Every weekend Swami Nityananda Maharaj tried to visit atleast twenty devotees of ‘Parvati Maa’ in the area where ‘Maa Saradashram’ was situated. All of them greeted him with garlands and donations, and many broke into tears when he’d consoled them to reduce their sadness. They felt their unhappiness waning and their wounds mending … such was the power of his blessing.
It was late in one of the evenings that the great priest came to his favourite disciple Supriya’s house. A great throng of people followed him and stood outside the ‘Choudhury House’s porch. When Supriya’s daughter Soma saw the great monk … entering their living-room, she felt immense joy.
She rushed towards him and she fell prostrate before him. The holy priest blessed her by touching her head with his right hand … and bade her stand as he hugged her tightly … feeling the softness of her body and kissed her forehead affectionately.
She felt a warm sensation creeping in her chest from the innocent affection shown by the holy representer of the Goddess Parvati Maa … she felt herself guilty being horny in the holy priest’s embrace. She could remember how her tiny hands used to fit comfortably around his fingers when she was younger. She smiled, feeling happy that he had come to bless her nine months old baby-boy Raja.
After that she washed his sacred feet with ‘Gangajal’ ( Holy water of the river Ganges) and thoroughly drying them with her ‘Anchal’ and kissing them with great devotion. Finally she took his hand and led him through the path … towards the worship-room of Chowdhury house … where her mother was waiting anxiously … finishing the arrangements of Puja.
Sitting in front of Parvati Maa’s statue, he started the Puja … and praying to the great Goddess for the well-being of the baby. After completion of the Puja … she walked confidently with a tray … full of oblation in her hands … towards the hall to distribute it among the guests. A small function was arranged there on account of her Son Raja’s ‘Annaprashan ( A traditional Hindu ceremony marking a baby’s first intake of solid food’.
As the evening progressed, guests started arriving at the party with their children or partners. Some of them were dressed in traditional Bengalee outfits while others opted for more modern clothing styles. The air was filled with laughter and music as people mingled and chatted amongst themselves.
The guests were dressed in glittering outfits, sipping champagne and chattering excitedly under the watchful gaze of towering chandeliers adorning gold-leafed walls. Each of them wished for her baby’s good health and well-being while taking the ‘Oblation’ from her.
After that she cast a glance around the hall, taking in the scene … it seemed almost all the guests were arrived. She saw her husband and brother were on one side of the hall with their friends … she was on the other end talking to her Christian friend Pamela and her parents.
She herself was wearing a ghee-color red-bordered ‘Pattabastra ( Silk-Cloth )’ with a matching sleeveless blouse that hugged her curves and revealed the outline of her toned arms. Her black hair was styled in carefree curls and she had deep brown eyes that sparkled with mischief.
