13-01-2026, 04:27 PM
Scene: The Prep for EkVastra Ceremony
The preparation began at sunset, a time when the air was thick with the fading heat of the day and the promise of a cool, quiet night. Meera led Ahalya to a part of the Ashram she had never seen before.
The path wound through dense foliage, the entrance barely visible, half-hidden behind flowering vines heavy with the scent of jasmine and champak.
The air was humid and perfumed, thick with the smell of blooming flowers, and the sounds of the Ashram faded into the distance, replaced by the faint rustle of leaves and the whisper of insects awakening for the night.
Ahalya felt a curious tension in the air, something both sacred and hidden. "Where is she taking me?" Ahalya wondered, a ripple of nervousness running through her.
"Why does it feel like this is a place few have seen?"
The path felt almost secretive, each step pulling her deeper into something unfamiliar, a world far removed from the everyday rhythms of the Ashram.
The shadows lengthened, and the last golden rays of sun cast a trembling, otherworldly light over the path, heightening her sense of awe and unease.
The space they entered felt ancient, older than the Ashram itself, as if the stones had witnessed centuries of rituals and transformation.
The bathing chamber was carved from stone, dark and smooth with age, its very walls imbued with the weight of history.
The air in here was still, heavy with a kind of reverence.
Oil lamps flickered along the walls, casting shadows that danced across the carvings, apsaras, devatas, and scenes from ancient myths, figures that seemed to come alive in the dim light, watching them as they entered.
Ahalya’s breath caught as she stepped closer. The sunken bath in the center of the room was large and deep, the water so still that it mirrored the lamplight like molten gold.
Rose petals floated lazily on the surface, adding a soft, delicate touch to the otherwise primal beauty of the space.
The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood, jasmine, roses, and something darker, earthier, a hint of vetiver, maybe, or lotus root.
The scent overwhelmed Ahalya’s senses, clouding her thoughts, pulling her deeper into the atmosphere, making her pulse quicken.
The preparation began at sunset, a time when the air was thick with the fading heat of the day and the promise of a cool, quiet night. Meera led Ahalya to a part of the Ashram she had never seen before.
The path wound through dense foliage, the entrance barely visible, half-hidden behind flowering vines heavy with the scent of jasmine and champak.
The air was humid and perfumed, thick with the smell of blooming flowers, and the sounds of the Ashram faded into the distance, replaced by the faint rustle of leaves and the whisper of insects awakening for the night.
Ahalya felt a curious tension in the air, something both sacred and hidden. "Where is she taking me?" Ahalya wondered, a ripple of nervousness running through her.
"Why does it feel like this is a place few have seen?"
The path felt almost secretive, each step pulling her deeper into something unfamiliar, a world far removed from the everyday rhythms of the Ashram.
The shadows lengthened, and the last golden rays of sun cast a trembling, otherworldly light over the path, heightening her sense of awe and unease.
The space they entered felt ancient, older than the Ashram itself, as if the stones had witnessed centuries of rituals and transformation.
The bathing chamber was carved from stone, dark and smooth with age, its very walls imbued with the weight of history.
The air in here was still, heavy with a kind of reverence.
Oil lamps flickered along the walls, casting shadows that danced across the carvings, apsaras, devatas, and scenes from ancient myths, figures that seemed to come alive in the dim light, watching them as they entered.
Ahalya’s breath caught as she stepped closer. The sunken bath in the center of the room was large and deep, the water so still that it mirrored the lamplight like molten gold.
Rose petals floated lazily on the surface, adding a soft, delicate touch to the otherwise primal beauty of the space.
The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood, jasmine, roses, and something darker, earthier, a hint of vetiver, maybe, or lotus root.
The scent overwhelmed Ahalya’s senses, clouding her thoughts, pulling her deeper into the atmosphere, making her pulse quicken.
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