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“She is Mahamaya herself and is not meant to suffer in the world.”

Years ago, Bajrang’s invincible arrow saved an infant. A necklace was around her neck. Fatherly emotions sprouted from his heart.

“Don’t be so attached to your daughter,” Vaidyanath advised. “One day, we have to send them to other people’s places, and that day for me was some days ago. For you, it is today, and it may be years later for his human guardian or father.”

“Oh, ocean of knowledge, realise your wisdom; let the beloved daughter perform the duties for which she was born,” Bajrang remembered Vaidyanath saying, and with a stony heart he went to the human town.
People say that a monkey caught an infant while she was falling down the hill and dropped her in the lap of Jagat Ram.

Today, Dolma and I saw her confronting blood demons.