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  The bards had spread news of the cow-giving ceremony of Yuvanashva as rapidly as the news of the war to be fought between the Pandavas and the Kauravas. Soon the highways were full of Kshatriyas going to Kuru-kshetra with their weapons and Brahmanas going to Vallabhi with their wives. Inspired, the bards sang, ‘Over there Yama will give blood to Kali. Over here Kama will receive milk from Gauri. In between, in perfect harmony, will sit Prajapati, the source and destination of rasa.’

  Brahmana couples came from across Ila-vrita in hordes, accompanied by mothers and fathers and village elders, on foot, and on barges, on bullock carts provided by Vaishya elders, and on chariots of Kshatriyas on their way to Kuru-kshetra. Some of the boys and girls were still children, the cow in many cases the only reason for their marriage.

  The men wore dhotis and uttaryas made of white fabric lined with gold. All had the sacred thread running across their chest hanging over their left shoulder, mark of their lineage that granted them the right to read the Veda and connect with God. Holding their parasols to shade themselves and their wives from the sun, they looked earnest and distinguished. As they walked past the city gate and took the road leading to the city square between the temple and the palace, the Vaishya women of Vallabhi, resting in the verandas outside their houses, admired their brown bodies, firm thighs, broad shoulders, long tapering arms covered with talismans and thin, really thin, waists. All newly married for sure, for none had the paunch that comes after husbands are fed by loving wives.

  The women wore saris dyed in different shades of red. This was the colour of new brides; after they became mothers they would wear saris dyed in different shades of green. One end of their sari was draped as a dhoti: tied around the hips, drawn between the legs and tucked in the back. The other end was used to cover the upper half of the body. Women who came from the east draped it across the breasts over the left shoulder while women who came from the west draped it across the back over the right shoulder. As the women moved one could get tantalizing glimpses of their breasts, sometimes painted with tattoos. Husbands tried hard not to let their gaze wander beyond their wives but it was difficult. So many young brides, dressed in fine fabrics, bejewelled like star goddesses, like an army of red Apsaras emerging in waves from the three great rivers of Ila-vrita.

  Over the sari, many women wore uttaryas to cover their heads and faces. ‘There will be many strange men of different varnas in and around the temple,’ warned their mothers, ‘You must not see them and they must not see you.’ All the women wore sixteen types of jewellery that indicated that they were married. Red kumkum lined the parting of their hair informing lustful sky-gods they were no longer virgins.

  The women clutched the bundle of clothes they had carried along with them. Most had spent the night in the quarters provided by the royal family just outside the city gates next to a vast water tank. They had woken up early, bathed and bedecked themselves in anticipation of the ceremony. Each day, it was said the three queens gifted over two hundred cows to two hundred newly wed childless Brahmana couples. And the ceremony had gone on for over twenty-one days. ‘Four thousand two hundred cows at least,’ said a young Acharya, well versed in mathematics. ‘Now we know why it is said that Lakshmi resides in Vallabhi. This is surely the richest kingdom in Arya-varta.’

  On entering the city, the Brahmana couples first made their way to the temple of Ileshwara to pay obeisance to the lord of Vallabhi. Special ushers had been appointed to welcome the Brahmana couples. As per the rules, couples could enter the temple any day and any night except on full moon days when only men were allowed and on new moon nights when only women were allowed. After the newly wed couples had gazed into the kind eyes of the god who is also a goddess, the priests garlanded the grooms with white dhatura flowers and the brides with red jabakusuma flowers taken down from the sacred image itself.

  The couples were then directed to a vast thatched pavilion erected on the western side of the shrine. The crowds made many women nervous. Their husbands put a reassuring arm around their shoulders.

  On one side of the thatched pavilion were the cows, all bathed, with tassels tied to their short horns and chains of tiny copper bells around their neck.

  As they waited for the queens to arrive, some Brahmana boys began singing hymns from the Veda. ‘Let us always move from non-existence towards existence, from darkness towards light, from death towards immortality.’ Others sang, ‘Before there was creation, there had to be desire. For unless you want something, nothing can come to be.’

  The herald finally announced, ‘The queens have arrived. They will wash your feet, then serve you food, then gift you a cow and seek your blessings. We request all Aryas with their Bharyas to please be patient and not to gather around the queens. No one must touch them. They are participants of a yagna and cannot be contaminated.’

  An old Brahmana went around talking to the husbands. Where did they come from? Which Brahmana clan did they belong to? Were they Pujaris or Ritwiks or Acharyas?

  The women chatted amongst themselves. It was rare for them to meet women outside their neighbourhood and rarer still to meet women from other lands. There was excitement all around and anxiety. Few had ever left their villages before in their life. And this would perhaps be the only time they did.

  ‘I am from Madra,’ said a particularly talkative Brahmana. ‘I came here on the king’s chariot. He is the uncle of Nakula and Sahadeva, youngest sons of Pandu, born of his second wife, Madri. Naturally we thought he would fight for the Pandavas, but he seems to have switched sides. Now he fights for the Kauravas who with their eleven armies, as against seven of the Pandava, are assured of victory. These are truly bad times when kings fight to win rather than to set things right. Mercifully, there are kingdoms like Vallabhi where rules are still strictly followed and even consecrated kings are not allowed to rule till they father sons. So where are you from?’

  The Brahmana standing to his right, having tried hard to ignore him, finally replied, ‘I am from Pratishthana.’

  ‘From across the mountains? How did you reach here so fast?’

  Before he could answer, the queens entered the pavilion. All conversations stopped and everyone crowded around them. They were laden in gold and were surrounded by maids who held in their hands parasols and yak-tail fly whisks, representing the king in his absence.

  ‘How do they walk?’ wondered the talkative Brahmana from Madra. ‘Even their servants have more ornaments than all the brides here.’

  ‘That is why they are called queens,’ replied the bride of the Brahmana from Pratishthana. Her head and face were covered with a long yellow uttarya.

  ‘Quiet,’ hissed the Brahmana from Pratishthana. ‘Women should not talk to men other than husbands.’

  ‘Laying down the rules, already,’ the wife retorted. The men around smiled. The Brahmana from Pratishthana lowered his head in embarrasment.

  ‘Stop talking, Bharya,’ pleaded the Brahmana from Pratishthana, ‘People are looking. And you are making me nervous. Did you not see the eyes of the goddess in the shrine? They were red and angry. She knows.’

  bride without a toe-ring

  The ceremony began with the blowing of conch shells and ululation by the royal maids. This was done to ward away the demons. The couples stood in a straight line. ‘One hundred and eighty seven couples,’ informed the old priest who maintained the accounts for the queens.

  Directed by a Pujari, Keshini washed the feet of the assembled men and women. Her maids passed her gold pots containing turmeric water that she poured over their feet. She then wiped them clean with a white cotton cloth and smeared sandal paste around their anklets. ‘In the body of each Brahmana man reside all the gods of the sky; in the body of their wives reside all the goddesses of earth,’ said the Pujari who then identified the Brahmana couples one by one. ‘This couple is from Pratishthana,’ he said, pointing to the man with the outspoken wife in a yellow uttarya. Keshini noticed his young bride had hairy legs and no toe-ring