Earth-born Goddess Gets Adopted 

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In the village of Merpati lived a hunter-chief named Nampi, with his wife and four sons. The entire village belonged to hunters who were also farmers, growing millet crops in their fields nearby. They went into the forest periodically to gather roots, fruits, and other edibles, as well as to hunt animals and sell them in the weekly markets in nearby villages.

Nampi and his family weren’t rich, but had enough to lead comfortable lives and help others. He was also much respected in the village and was one of the elders who ensured everything was as it should be. They were the worshippers of Skanda in his six-headed and twelve-armed form, sitting on a peacock, with a rooster at his side. The villagers believed that Skanda kept them safe in the forest, blessed their crops, and took care of them.

Life was wonderful with bountiful food, timely rains, and good health. However, the little family had one unfulfilled wish. Every day, Mangai, Nampi’s wife, prayed to Goddess Parvati, asking the same wish. “Please, Devi, bless me with a girl child. I wish to have a daughter as radiant as you.”

She was a short and curvy woman, with limbs strong enough to carry heavy loads, be it her children or the chopped deadwood from the forest. Her almond-shaped eyes and white-toothed smile brightened her round face. The laugh and frown lines were proof of her parenting abilities, though at times she wondered how to handle her sons’ antics. If she had a daughter, she could pamper the girl to her heart’s content and dress her up like a princess.

Nampi assured her that Parvati Devi would bless them when she thought it was appropriate. They just had to be patient. On the inside, he, too, asked the devas for his wife’s wish to be fulfilled soon. After having four sons, he yearned to carry a little girl on his broad shoulders and tickle her with his thick mustache. He wanted to listen to the tinkling of tiny anklets echoing in the house as she ran around.

Seasons passed this way.

One day, Nampi and Mangai went into the forest with their sons. After a while, Nampi took off to find some animals, while his wife and sons searched for sweet potatoes. During their search, they walked toward the pit where the deer gave birth to a human girl.

One of the kids saw the child first and alerted his mother. “Amma! There is a little girl here!”

Mangai dropped the wicker basket to the ground as she ran toward her youngest. She pushed the sweet potato creepers aside to find a day-old girl with a steady gaze looking back at her. The child had a green skin tone that glowed like summer leaves in sunlight. As Mangai gently picked her up, the girl gave her a toothless grin and grabbed a strand of her hair.

“Ohh!” Mangai whispered, blinking the tears in her eyes. She knew right away that the girl was no ordinary child. Parvati had accepted Mangai’s pleas and sent the baby her way.

“Thank you, Devi!” she murmured again and again, hugging the child to her breasts and kissing the top of her blood-matted curls.

“She is your sister from today. Go find the others and your appa. We’ll go home and give her a nice bath first.”

The boy clapped in delight and ran to do as his mother ordered.

Nampi abandoned the pursuit of a fluffy rabbit when he heard the news from his son. Together, they rushed back to where Mangai sat among the creepers, nursing the child and humming softly.

“She is so beautiful!”

Mangai laughed with delight and replied. “She is our daughter!”

Nampi nodded. “We should celebrate in the village. Think of a name for her.”

Their oldest son peeked at the girl in his mother’s arms and announced. “Valli… we found her among valli, and she is of the same color.”

Everyone agreed. The girl, too, stopped drinking milk to smile at the name. She approved of it.

Once the family returned to their house, Mangai set out to clean Valli of the blood and mud on her little body. She sent her sons to neighbors’ houses to ask for clothes to dress her in until they could stitch new ones. Nampi walked to the village center to inform other chiefs of his good fortune and arrange for the celebration and feast.