The celestial realms hummed with energy, but in one corner of the heavens, there was a soft, melodic sound that always seemed to bring a sense of calm. Narad, the celestial sage and ever-devoted devotee of Vishnu, Vijaya, and Kalavira, wandered the divine realms, his veena in hand, singing praises of the cosmic brothers.
Narad's devotion to the three brothers was unwavering. He saw in them the perfect balance of creation, preservation, and cosmic equilibrium. Vishnu, the preserver, with his boundless compassion and endless patience. Vijaya, the protector, a strategist and warrior of unparalleled skill. And Kalavira, the one who governed the shadows, ensuring that even the forces of misfortune played their necessary role in maintaining the cosmic balance.
Narad's songs echoed through the heavens, each note a tribute to their divine greatness. He had long understood that these three brothers were not just gods—they represented the very foundation of existence. Every battle they fought, every action they took, rippled through the universe, shaping its destiny.
As Narad strummed his veena, singing praises to Vishnu, Vijaya, and Kalavira, his voice carried far across the realms. He sang of Vishnu's cosmic sleep, resting upon the serpent Shesha, always ready to awaken when the universe called upon him. He sang of Vijaya's strategic prowess, the one who could balance the scales in battle with unmatched precision. And, he sang of Kalavira, the brother who had slept longer than both, awaiting his time to rise from the dark realm of Tamoloka, where balance between light and shadow was governed.
Today, however, Narad felt something different in the air. His heart was stirred by a sense of unease—a tension that lingered just below the surface. While Lakshmi, Vaibhavi, and Alakshmi had descended to Earth, Narad sensed that their actions were being misunderstood, their divine purpose questioned.
His song trailed off as he realized the source of the disturbance: Indra's court.
The whispers of doubt among the gods were growing louder. Indra, in his pride, had sown the seeds of mistrust, casting suspicion on the goddesses' actions on Earth. Even now, mortals were beginning to question whether the prosperity and wisdom they received were genuine blessings or manipulations for personal gain.
Narad knew he had to intervene.
With a graceful movement, Narad rose from his seat and made his way toward Indra's court. He had no fear of speaking truth to power—his devotion to the cosmic brothers made him fearless in the face of conflict. And he knew that if Vishnu, Vijaya, or even the still-slumbering Kalavira were aware of Indra's growing arrogance, they would not stand by.
As Narad entered the grand hall, the gods were already gathered, still murmuring amongst themselves after the last council. Indra, seated on his throne, looked as though he was deep in thought, contemplating his next move against the goddesses.
"Indra," Narad's voice rang out, clear and melodic, yet commanding the attention of all present. The gods turned to face the sage, knowing that wherever Narad went, the wisdom of the universe followed.
"Narad," Indra replied, his voice measured but with an edge of impatience, "what brings you here?"
Narad smiled serenely, though his heart was heavy with concern. "I have heard of your intentions regarding Lakshmi, Vaibhavi, and Alakshmi. I have also heard the whispers of doubt you have planted in the hearts of mortals."
Indra's eyes narrowed. "I do what is necessary for the good of the heavens and Earth. The goddesses wield great power, and it is right to question whether they act for themselves or for the greater good."
Narad shook his head gently. "Indra, you speak of balance, yet you fail to see the balance that already exists. Lakshmi, Vaibhavi, and Alakshmi do not act for themselves. They fulfill their roles in the cosmic order, just as you do. Prosperity, wisdom, and misfortune are all necessary for the world to thrive."
The gods in the court listened intently. Many of them respected Narad's wisdom, and his words resonated with the truth they had been reluctant to acknowledge.
Indra, however, was not so easily swayed. "And what of their growing influence? Mortals flock to them, offering prayers that once belonged to us."
Narad's eyes softened, his devotion to the cosmic brothers shining through. "The mortals offer their prayers where they see the hand of the divine at work. But make no mistake, Indra—devotion to Lakshmi, Vaibhavi, or Alakshmi does not diminish the reverence they hold for the other gods. It is through prosperity and wisdom that mortals come to understand the deeper truths of the universe, and it is through misfortune that they learn the value of humility and growth. This is the balance."
Indra remained silent, but his expression was one of quiet frustration. He could not deny that Narad's words held weight, yet his pride would not allow him to relent so easily.
Narad sensed the tension, but he also knew that the cosmic balance would soon shift. As he left the court, his mind turned to Vishnu, Vijaya, and Kalavira. He knew that their influence was always present, even if not immediately visible. And if the time came when the balance of the universe was truly at risk, the cosmic brothers would awaken to restore order.
For now, Narad returned to his veena, his fingers tracing its strings as he continued to sing of the divine brothers. His devotion was unwavering, and though the clouds of doubt still loomed over the heavens, Narad knew that balance would be restored in time—through wisdom, through prosperity, and through the shadow of adversity.