Married and brought home a woman I considered mine by right. I placed fodder before her. In return, she gave plenty of milk.
She fulfilled her duties sincerely. I thought—where is love in this? That was my low, narrow-minded thinking.
I was lying on a hospital bed, fighting death. My body was trembling. She held me with both hands and helped me sit up. I looked into her eyes. There, I saw pure, innocent love.
A thought struck me—why had I never recognized her love?
I felt ashamed of myself. I held her hand tightly and said in a trembling voice, “I’m scared.”
In a firm voice, she replied, “Nothing will happen to you. I’m here.”
At that moment, she seemed to me like Savitri— the one who fought Yama for her husband’s life. She was someone who gave everything for the ones she loved, who filled our life with colors of joy.
Truly, she was my Kamadhenu.
* Yama: God of Death
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