Chapter Thirty-Four
Indra and all the celestials arrived
they chanted sacred verses, blessed me as bride,
Anthari draped me in wedding silk and flowers
this vision I dreamed, my friend
Nacciyar Tirumoli 6:3
A cool breeze rippled the Kavery River. Visnucitta took his shawl and wrapped it around Andal. Tomorrow they would cross to Srirangam.
He pointed upstream to the Sahyas mountains. ‘Lord Tirumal stands on the highest peak, a mace in one of his right hands, to protect all the life he is creating and a spinning discus in the other because that is the cyclic nature of existence.’
Visnucitta dipped his fingers into the water, then lightly touched Andal’s forehead. ‘In his left hands he holds the conch, Panchanjaya. When he puts it to his lips, life is breathed into the world. On the
