There were beautiful, divine and rare flowers blossoming everywhere, nagapuspha, omkar, narilatha, kurinji, lilies and a billion buransh, gazing the newly-wed bride as she roamed here and there in confusion. The hue of crimson colors and powerful fragrance of Himalayan nature did not seem to enchant her bewildered mind or her feminine senses.

She still continued to be lost in some thought like the charming moon lost in the darkness of the sky. He could read her mind and as her husband and soul-mate of ages, he could understand what her lips wanted to speak.

“What are you searching, Gauri?” the Himalayan lord asked her with a mischievous smile on his face.

“My lord, Shiva, I am searching our home” she shyly uttered as they both continued to melt with each other.

“Home”, the Great ascetic roared into laughter. His laughter shook the walls of the Himalayas as the mighty man stood cladded in tiger skin, arms wrapped with snakes and rudraksha beads, body smeared with ashes, moon smiling on his forehead and his long locks waving in the fresh breeze of twilight.

“Look at the thick forest of Deodar trees, your home in winter, look at the waterfalls your home in summer, look at the caves your home in monsoon, and look at these open green valleys that are delighted to be your home in summer. You have this universe as your home” he lovingly convinced her to understand his lifestyle.

She frowned thinking what to say next. She loved him more than anything in her life, his way of living and wanted to be a full representation of his power, thoughts, and divinity but a home is needed she insisted to herself.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she looked deep in his blue excavating eyes and in her soothing voice pleaded, “My lord, now you are a married man, a home is needed for us and our privacy.”

“There are many places that offer us solitude in this universe, Parvati. There are dark caves, empty planets, abandoned forests, deserted places where we can teleport in a fraction of seconds” he continued to disagree.

“My lord, a home is a dream of every bride”, her voice said in pain, hoping to still convince him knowing his ascetics values are difficult to change.

He stood silent, he loved her endlessly but this idea did not appeal to his way of living. A deep silence passed between them, the entire world stood anxiously to catch the next splendor of the moment.

He lovingly caressed her cheeks and moved forward. He opened his arms, smelled the fragrance in the air and finally reasoned.

“Gauri, I am offering four directions to you as your home but still you are keen on having only four walls. Please step out of these human limitations and embark on the journey of infinity with me?”

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