The Vision
by Sai Varenya
(Based on real vision I had today few minutes back --28/07/2025 Wrote: 2.32 pm. I had the vision in between 2.15 pm -2. 25 pm)
When Ugram Veeryam Mahavishnum
Jyalantham Sarvatomukham
resounded from Amma’s phone,
a cold shiver rose—
through my chest,
and along the back of my spine.
Brunch paused mid-bite—
for I was no longer just sitting.
I felt myself
wrapped in red silk,
a sacred madisari—ancient,
draped low near the legs,
comfortable like a Punjabi dhoti.
No pallu flowed,
only pleats wrapped with ritual grace.
I climbed the steps,
still in that vision—
not with closed eyes,
but in open-seeing stillness.
A big golden belt clasped my waist,
subtle yet divine.
The saree’s lower folds hugged my legs—
pleated in madisari style,
pure red pattu,
with golden kasavu glinting faintly
around the hem near my feet.
No pallu in sight.
I saw myself—
a young, youthful girl of my own age,
precise, divine-like.
I saw my feet—
adorned in Paduka-style golden slippers,
anklets resting in silence.
My skin was luminous,
pale like conch-shell glow.
The same unwaxed hand—mine—
yet held in a timeless frame.
I saw the hair—
wavy, long, unbound,
cascading like river-darkness,
flowing to my waist.
No face revealed—
only presence.
Around the neck:
a choker—
square red stone,
surrounded by white ones,
like a temple star-garland.
I also saw a small golden crown
above my temple head—
not covering the entire head—
just for a second.
Was it a dream?
A vision?
A flicker from some past birth?
No illusion lingers that long.
No daydream chills your spine.
It was not fantasy—
it was remembrance.
