Throw back to last year when I climbed the Velliangiri Mountains, also known as the Seven Hills,
These Mountains became sacred because a long time ago, there was a young maiden in the southernmost tip of India, who aspired to hold Shiva’s hand as his wife. She started working towards making herself suitable to draw him, and she remained absolutely focused upon him.
She set up a deadline, ‘If I am not married to him by sunrise on this day, I am going to leave my body.’ Shiva came to know of this and started hurrying down to South India. But all the other gods conspired. They thought, if he gets married here, he may not return. He may start living in South India.
When Shiva was just a few kilometers from the place where the maiden was, the gods created a false sunrise by setting up a huge mound of camphor. When the light came up, Shiva who was so close, just 22 kilometers away, thought it was over and turned back. So the maiden left her body standing. Even today she stands as Kanyakumari.
There is a shrine at the very tip of the Indian landmass which is the maiden’s shrine.
I had only learned of this story as I made the trek up the mountain, my emotions and feelings began to emulate those of Shiva and the maiden on my trek up, I was hopeful joyful and optimistic, but as I reached the 6th hill, my mood had massively switched I wanted to turn back. I remember my frustration, and the feeling of hopelessness and anger when reaching the top and then the feeling of loss on my journey downwards.
For me the journey was not going up and down the mountain, the journey was going through the range of emotions like shiva and the maiden had. This was truly a sacred mountain.
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