Chapter 118 Monuments of Defiance
"Keep these statues as they are?" Vayu cast a doubtful glance at the towering dark structures that loomed over Svarga. The architecture was undeniably Asuric, imposing, unyielding, and completely at odds with the refined grace of the Devas. Yet the King of Svarga had spoken. If Indra had decreed they remain, then so be it.
The Devas drifted slowly through the celestial city, their radiant forms gliding past the remnants of Asuric craftsmanship. The towering statues stood in solemn ranks, each one a silent tribute to the might of the Hayagriva warriors. Some had their arms folded behind their backs, others gripped massive battle axes, and a few were captured mid-draw, eternally poised to loose their divine arrows.
There was a disturbing precision to them. Flying manes, intricately carved armor, and eyes that seemed almost sentient were all immortalized in unyielding stone.
As they reached the Grand Court of Svarga, three monolithic statues came into view. They were larger than any of the Devas had encountered so far.
Indra's gaze settled on the colossal figure to the left, a warrior arrested in time. Golden gemstones gleamed where its eyes should have been, glowing with an ominous luster. Muscles coiled beneath its form like knots of iron, fists clenched, and its face frozen in a snarl of unrelenting fury.
"Hiranyākṣa?" Indra muttered, tilting his head.
His gaze then shifted to the right. The second statue bore the same imposing presence, but its armor shimmered with intricate gold inlays. A massive gada (mace) rested upon its shoulders, its expression noble, yet seething with unspoken defiance.
"Hiraṇyakaśipu?"
Then his eyes fell upon the central figure. If the first two were titanic, then this one was monumental, towering far above the others.
Hayagriva behemoth, its powerful neck stretched skyward, as if frozen in an eternal neigh. Its mane, each strand carved with impossible detail, flowed like a river of stone down its broad back. Strong arms rested on its waist, its stance radiating overwhelming pride.
Indra's brows furrowed.
"Hayagrīva."
Even Hiranyākṣa and Hiraṇyakaśipu, legends in their own right, appeared dwarfed beside him. Their heads barely reached his armpits, like lesser sentinels standing guard before a mightier kin.
The Devas exchanged glances, their eyes lingering on the bizarre composition of the statues.
"This… is unexpected."
Surya's voice broke the silence.
"Mayāsura sculpted Hiranyākṣa and Hiraṇyakaśipu as well?"
Vāyu frowned. "I don't know why, but something about this setup… makes me want to laugh."
Varuṇa scratched his head. "Right? It just feels… off."
Indra examined the statues once more, his lips twitching. Finally, he could hold back no longer.
A smirk played on his face. "This Hayagrīva understands contrast."
He gestured at the uneven proportions between the statues.
"If you're going to make them look like dwarves, why stop at the armpits? Just shrink them to the knees while you're at it!"
He chuckled.
And then, without warning, he raised his hand.
CRACK!
A flash of lightning splits the heavens. Thunder roared as a blinding arc of celestial energy tore through the central statue.
BOOM!
The stone shattered into a thousand fragments, debris raining down like fallen stars. The mighty Hayagrīva's head crumbled, its once-proud visage reduced to scattered rubble.
And yet… the statue's body still stood.
Blue lightning cascaded like a waterfall, crackling as it wrapped around the towering statue of the Hayagriva. Stone trembled under the divine force, and a rain of dust fell, scattering like sacred ash upon the ground.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the transformation was complete.
The colossal figure had shrunk. Though it retained its original pose, it now stood equal in height to Hiranyākṣa and Hiraṇyakaśipu. The three figures loomed side by side, no longer a solitary titan, but an eerie triad of fallen Asura kings.
Indra crossed his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Well? What do you think?"
Surya stepped forward, his sharp eyes scanning the newly altered statues. He circled them twice, scrutinizing every detail, before finally nodding in satisfaction.
"Not bad. What craftsmanship!" He exhaled, tilting his head. "Much more balanced this way."
Agni followed, his fiery gaze lingering on the statues. A low chuckle escaped his lips.
"These will do nicely," he said. "Leave them as a warning, so the Asuras never forget what becomes of those who defy the Devas."
"Agreed."
"Yes, perfect."
A ripple of approval moved through the assembly. Their King truly possessed the touch of divine artistry. The statues, once remnants of Asuric pride, now blended with the grandeur of Svarga. They would stand not only as monuments of conquest, but as silent sentinels, reminders to any Asura bold enough to challenge the throne of the Svarga.
Two birds with one stone.
Vaikuntha
Upon the serpent's bed, where time flowed like a gentle river, Devi Lakshmi's eyes flickered with concern. Her delicate fingers pressed lightly against Vishnu's calf, offering the softest of touches, yet her beloved remained motionless, his gaze distant.
He was troubled.
Lakshmi exhaled softly. She rose from beside him, stepping gracefully away from the divine coils of Ananta Shesha.
Walking through Vaikuntha's sacred gardens, she let the tranquil beauty of the realm surround her. Light filtered through the lush canopy, scattering golden hues across the emerald grass. The lake mirrored the stillness of the heavens, undisturbed save for the sound of her gentle footsteps.
Her brows furrowed.
"He seems burdened…" she murmured. "Is this… because of Madhu and Kaitabha?"
Regret flickered in her heart. It had been her voice that urged Vishnu to banish the twin Asuras to the underworld. She had believed it necessary at the time, a just punishment for their transgressions.
But now…
Seeing the weight that pressed upon her beloved's soul, she wondered if her judgment had been too harsh.
"There must be a way to ease his sorrow." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Perhaps… Kalaishapatinath holds the answer."
Just as the words left her lips, a massive serpent head emerged from the shadows.
Shesha, the eternal guardian, slithered forth his gleaming fangs, catching the light, his forked tongue flickering like a whisper of prophecy.
"Mother," he hissed smoothly. "Shiva Shambhu knows Hari well. If he has not come of his own accord, then perhaps it is because he knows there is no need. Even if you go there… he may not answer your call."
Lakshmi paused mid-step, tilting her head slightly.
Her presence was radiant, regal, yet effortlessly graceful. She did not speak immediately; instead, she regarded Shesha with an unreadable gaze.
Then, at last, she smiled.
"You may be right." Her voice was soft, yet resolute. "But I have other plans. I am going to see Garuda."
Without another word, she stepped forward, moving past the serpent with quiet determination.
Shesha blinked, tilting his head as he watched her go.
Noticing the shift in Devi Lakshmi's mood, Shesha slithered closer, his massive head tilting as he observed her.
"Is Devi going to find Garuda?" His voice carried a note of curiosity, his forked tongue flickering. "But why not come to me instead? If something is troubling you, I can help too!"
His golden eyes gleamed with sincerity, though his serpentine form coiled with uncertainty.
Lakshmi's star-like eyes shimmered as she walked, her steps light yet purposeful. Though Shesha's words weren't the most elegantly phrased, they carried a grain of truth. Seeking Mahadeva might yield no answers.
Perhaps… another path was better.
Indra!
Yes, Indra was always full of ideas.
"This time, Madhu and Kaitabha caused trouble, and it was Indra who devised a way to defeat them."
A thought sparked in her mind.
"Wait, there's also Surya! He is a father too, surely, they would both know how to lift my husband's spirits!"
A small smile graced her lips as the plan took shape. Vishnu would surely feel better after speaking with them.
Her heart felt lighter.
Without hesitation, she quickened her pace, stepping into the vast, open sky where golden clouds drifted like waves upon an eternal sea.
She raised her voice, soft yet resolute.
"Garuda!"
A single call, yet it echoed through the skies—
Garuda! Garuda! Garuda!
The air trembled. A powerful gust stirred the clouds as if the very sky held its breath in anticipation.
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Chapter 119 Summons of Vaikuntha
"Garuda! Garuda! Garuda!"
Devi Lakshmi's lotus-like eyes shimmered like twin stars, her radiant face lifted slightly, her divine skin luminous in the soft glow of Vaikuntha. She gazed at the boundless heavens, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it resonated through the vastness of space, carrying itself across unseen realms.
Above, in the endless sky of Vaikuntha,
Beyond a thousand golden gates, past drifting clouds as white as milk!
A lone figure sat cross-legged upon a billowing cloud, wings folded behind his back in solemn meditation.
The moment Devi Lakshmi's voice reached the heavens, a pair of piercing golden eyes flashed open, sharp as an unsheathed blade, cutting through the celestial silence.
Hnn…!
Garuda's face was both regal and fierce, his expression unwavering. His hands pressed together in reverence as he slowly rose, his towering form exuding power.
"My Devi called me."
His wings trembled, then burst into motion. A single, mighty beat sent a shockwave through the air, scattering the clouds beneath him. Like a storm-born gale, he shot forward, soaring with divine swiftness, tearing through the heavens as his form blurred into streaks of gold and crimson.
Hnn…!
Moments later!
A shadow descended, cool winds rushing in its wake.
Devi Lakshmi smiled gently, her gaze warm as Garuda knelt before her.
"Pranāma, O Devi."
Garuda's voice was steady, his devotion unwavering. He folded his hands and lowered his head in reverence, his heart filled with joy at standing before the Goddess of Fortune.
Devi Lakshmi's smile deepened, her radiant eyes gleaming.
"Garuda, I have a task for you. One that concerns Narayana."
At these words, Garuda's expression sharpened. A matter regarding the Lord?
Without hesitation, he pressed his folded hands against his forehead.
"Devi, speak your will!"
"Go to Svarga. Summon Indra and Surya."
For the first time, Garuda hesitated. He blinked once, his sharp mind processing the request.
Indra… and Surya?
"Mother… why?" he asked carefully.
Devi Lakshmi's voice was soothing, yet firm.
"Nath seems to be troubled by what transpired with Madhu and Kaitabha. I wish to call upon those who may ease his heart."
"Indra is the protector of the Vedas, a warrior of dharma. He will know how to counsel him. Surya is a father to Yama, Yamuna, and Shani. His presence, too, will bring clarity."
Garuda listened intently, each word settling in his mind. The reasoning was flawless, the logic sound, but…
Indra? The self-assured King of Svarga?
Garuda exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling with measured breaths. The proud eagle feared nothing—nothing. With a final nod, he spread his great wings.
"As you command, Devi. I shall return with them at once!"
And with that, Garuda ascended, piercing the heavens like a blazing comet.
"Mother! Do not worry. I will bring them here without fail!"
Garuda pressed his hands together, his golden eyes flashing with resolve. His jaw tightened, determination surging through his mighty frame. For the sake of his Lord, for the will of the Devi, failure was not an option.
Hnn…!
In an instant, his wings burst into motion. The air cracked as he shot forward, his form blurring into a streak of gold and black.
The waves of the Kshira Sagara churned violently beneath him, parting in his wake. The force of his ascent left ripples that danced across the sacred waters, shimmering under the ethereal glow of Vaikuntha.
He was fast—unbelievably fast.
The vastness of the cosmos folded around him as he traversed layers of space in mere moments, piercing through the dark expanse of the void.
And then—
Light.
Warm and radiant, golden brilliance bathed his form. Garuda narrowed his sharp eyes as he crossed into the sacred skies of Svarga.
A moment of stillness.
He hovered in the boundless heavens, deep in thought. His wings trembled lightly, catching the divine currents of air.
"Surya first."
He made his decision.
With a single, powerful stroke of his wings, he propelled himself forward, the sheer force of his movement sending cyclones spiraling in his wake. His golden feathers gleamed, catching the sunlight as he raced toward his destination—
The Sun Temple.
Suryaloka – Svarga
Golden light spilled across the vast temple grounds, reflecting off the towering pillars and intricately carved domes. The entire temple radiated warmth, its divine luminance extending across Svarga like a celestial beacon.
But something was wrong.
Garuda's keen gaze flickered downward as he approached the temple's entrance. A commotion.
The Gandharvas and Apsaras were hurrying out in an uncoordinated line, their expressions troubled, their movements frantic.
What now? His sharp vision cut through the radiant temple barriers, peering directly inside.
And then—
"Father! Big brother is ignoring me again!"
A soft yet distressed voice rang out.
There, sitting beside her mother, was Yami, her face flushed, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She curled into herself, seeking comfort, while her mother, Sanjana, held her close, gently stroking her back.
"Do not worry, Yami," Sanjana murmured, her voice tender. "Your father will speak to Yama. He will not remain distant forever."
She offered her daughter a reassuring smile, though her gaze held the weight of uncertainty.
Yami lowered her head, her voice small.
"I don't understand why he avoids me. We were born together."
Sanjana's fingers paused, her touch stilling for a breath before continuing their tender rhythm. Her gaze drifted toward the distant sky, as if searching for something not yet born.
"One day, my child… this bond you share with your brother, this longing in your heart. It may become more than sorrow. It may become sacred. A bond so pure that the world remembers it, year after year, in your name."
Silence.
Across the chamber, Surya stood with his forehead pressed against a golden pillar, his broad shoulders tense. His hand tightened around the pillar's surface, his expression unreadable but heavy with thought.
Garuda narrowed his eyes.
This guy… looks completely lost. He exhaled, a mix of amusement and exasperation flickering across his features.
"Tch… Seriously?" he muttered under his breath.
And this is the one I'm supposed to escort to Vaikuntha?
For a fleeting moment, he considered his options. But no—he had given his word. And once Garuda set his mind to something, there was no turning back.
With a firm nod, he stepped forward.
His presence was immediately noted. The temple attendants bowed deeply before him, and within moments, word of his arrival rippled through the Sun Temple like wildfire.
And then, Surya emerged.
Golden silk draped over his strong frame, his radiant aura brighter than the dawn itself. His eyes gleamed with curiosity as he stepped forward, descending from the temple entrance with brisk, eager strides.
"Pranāma, Garuda!"
His voice carried warmth, his expression one of genuine joy. Surya's steps were swift, his energy unwavering as he approached.
Garuda inclined his head respectfully, clasping his hands together. "Pranāma, Surya."
Then, his expression turned serious.
"I come bearing a message from the Devi Lakshmi."
Surya's golden eyes sharpened. "It concerns Narayana himself."
The air grew still.
Garuda took a steady breath before continuing, his tone firm. "The matter of Madhu and Kaitabha has weighed heavily upon Him. Devi Lakshmi seeks your presence, yours and the King of Svarga's, to come to Vaikuntha. She believes your words will ease His heart."
Surya's eyes flickered with understanding.
There was no hesitation.
"Then we must not delay." Hearing this, Surya's eyes brightened.
He lifted his head high, a confident smile playing on his lips as he spoke. "Then you have sought the right one, Garuda. I have experience as a father, after all. I must help resolve the Lord's troubles. With the radiance of the sun, I shall melt away His sorrows."
His voice carried both warmth and certainty.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned his gaze behind him, his expression flickering with unease. "Come, let us find Indra at once!"
Garuda watched him for a moment, his sharp golden eyes narrowing slightly.
Something felt... off.
"Surya Deva," he began, his voice measured. "Is your child... well?"
Surya's stride slowed ever so slightly.
Garuda suppressed a sigh, resisting the urge to shake his head. He wasn't one to pry, but this was his Devi's mission—and beyond that, his eldest brother was still under Surya's rule. He had to tread carefully.
A pause.
Surya was silent for a moment, lost in thought. Then, he exhaled lightly.
"Well enough…"
His voice was neither firm nor hesitant, just contemplative.
"Nasatya and Dasra are kind to me. And as for Yama…" Surya mused, his tone trailing slightly. "Between us, there is a respect, a bond between a dutiful father and a filial son."
He left the rest unspoken.
Garuda caught the subtle weight in his words but chose not to press further. There were some matters even the sun could not fully illuminate.
"Very well," Garuda said finally, drawing in a steady breath. "Then let us go find the King of Svarga."
A beat of silence passed before he glanced at Surya, his voice edged with curiosity.
"Do you know where he is?"
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Chapter 120 Return of Indra: King of Svarga
"I have no idea. Maybe in the Amaravati or the Mahasabha of the King of Svarga?"
"With so many places in Svarga needing reconstruction and entire palaces being relocated from Brahmaloka, I have no clue where anything is right now."
Surya shook his head, clearly uncertain.
Though the Asura palaces were not slated for destruction, relocating them was proving to be a monumental task. The Deva palaces also had to be returned from Brahmaloka, not to mention the construction of new residences for the incoming Gandharvas.
So much to be done. Chaos was inevitable.
"For now, let's check the Temple of the King of Svarga first," Garuda suggested.
As they made their way through Svarga, the city was teeming with movement. Gandharvas, in numbers too great to count, bustled in every direction, as busy as a swarming beehive.
"Pranam to Suryadev!"
"Pranam to Garuda!"
One after another, voices rang out in greeting. The Gandharvas momentarily paused in their work, bowing in respect before resuming their tasks.
Surya and Garuda gave them a brief nod and continued onward, soaring through the celestial realm toward the heart of Amaravati.
Before long, they arrived.
But…
"…He's not here?"
Garuda muttered under his breath, his keen eyes scanning the temple grounds.
Under the guidance of the Devis, they entered the sacred hall, only to find it filled with bustling Devis and Gandharvas, all deep in their duties. Yet the one presence they sought was missing.
Indra was nowhere to be seen. So much for that.
Garuda felt a strange mix of emotions. Was he relieved at not having to face Indra today? Or was he disappointed that his task as a Deva remained unfinished?
"Well… should we head back?" Surya asked, his tone cautious.
Garuda exhaled through his nose and gave a small nod. "Yeah."
Without another word, the two ascended into the skies and flew away.
Their speed was swift, the golden expanse of Svarga stretching endlessly beneath them. As they flew, a new sound rose in the distance.
A hymn. Loud and powerful, it carried through the air, thick with reverence and majesty.
Surya and Garuda exchanged glances before turning their gazes forward.
A massive group of Gandharvas filled the temple grounds below, swarming like ants as they worked in perfect harmony.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
They moved in unison, carrying colossal sacred pillars, each step steady and precise, creating a rhythmic, thunderous beat.
The sight was breathtaking. The reconstruction of Svarga was in full swing—alive with divine energy, brimming with purpose.
Their faces lit up with awe, their eyes drawn instinctively—almost magnetically—to a single figure standing amidst the grand reconstruction.
A towering presence.
Golden-skinned, radiant as the very sun, he exuded an aura of sheer majesty.
His upper body was bare, his luminous skin glistening under the celestial light, revealing veins knotted and coiled like the great Nāga King himself. Upon his broad, unwavering shoulders, he bore an enormous sacred pillar, striding forward with unshakable purpose.
Every step was measured, deliberate, yet with each footfall, it felt as if the svarga itself trembled.
It was him.
Indra.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A heartbeat, strong and thunderous, reverberated through the gathered Gandharvas, igniting their spirits with fervor.
"The awaited return! The divine body, awe-inspiring!"
"King of Kings! Indra!"
"O Indra!"
The Gandharvas chanted, their voices brimming with reverence. Their hymn, powerful and unyielding, spread across Svarga, filling the air with sacred energy. Many among them, fueled by this celestial song, found themselves reinvigorated, their strength surging anew.
Above, Surya and Garuda watched intently, their eyes locked onto the figure below.
A single name burned in their minds.
"Indra."
"O Indra!"
Their gazes crackled with intensity as if lightning itself flashed within them. Thunder rumbled in their chests, a primal reaction to the sight before them.
Boom! Boom!
A new wave of Pranam arose, voices echoing like rolling storms.
"O wielder of the mighty Vajra, slayer of Hayagriva!"
"He who revels in the flowing Soma—Indra, the unconquerable!"
"Son of Aditi, resplendent one!"
"Aditiya! Aditya!"
"By his command, the clouds tremble and the rain surges!"
"Indra, the sovereign of the Devas, the lord of unyielding might!"
Within this hymn of praise, Indra moved forward, his golden hair billowing, a bright smile playing across his face.
Carrying the colossal pillar with effortless grace, he reached the temple's foundation.
Boom!
He dropped one end of the massive column into place, the earth beneath shuddering from the sheer force of impact.
His expression was resolute.
His golden arms, thick and veined like entwined Nāgas, shimmered under the divine light of Svarga. Sweat, like molten gold, traced rivulets down his muscled form as he braced himself.
The chanting continued, voices blending into a celestial chorus:
"The radiant splendor of the Vajra-wielding lord, his will indomitable!"
"His battle cry resounds through the heavens, filling the hearts of warriors with valor!"
"Unmatched is the divine might of Indra, King of Svarga!"
"A cosmic force that draws the gaze of the three worlds!"
"Hail! Like the sovereign of the universe, enthroned upon the eternal seat of Rta—"
"Hail! Like the celestial benefactor, bestowing rain and prosperity upon all beings!"
Indra pressed his hands firmly against the pillar. His golden arms, radiating limitless divine energy, tensed as he began to push forward, securing the sacred column into its place.
A roar of power filled the air.
The hymn of Svarga continued.
Ga~
The sacred pillar scraped against the temple's foundation, releasing a deep, resonant growl that echoed through the heavens. The vibrations rippled across the grand structure, a testament to the sheer weight of divine craftsmanship.
And still, the Pranam continued.
"O wielder of the thunderous Vajra, O drinker of the sacred Soma!"
"Unconquerable is the King of the Devas, the mighty Indra!"
"Hail Indra, slayer of Hayagriva!"
"Hail Indra, lord of celestial thunder!"
Boom!
The pillar settled into place, standing tall, piercing toward the sky like a celestial spear.
Indra exhaled lightly, his lips curling into a triumphant smirk. Hands resting confidently on his waist, he surveyed the Gandharvas bustling around him, their movements precise, their spirits burning with renewed energy.
For him, this was no test of strength, not even a warm-up.
Still, there was something oddly satisfying about the labor. The rhythm of construction, devotion, and power intertwine in harmony. The grand halls of Svarga would rise once more, faster than before.
And in the process, he could feel something stirring within him.
The tapas, the fruit of his penance, growing, deepening, compounding.
"Multiple gains with a single effort. Not bad." Indra stretched his arms, golden muscles flexing under the divine light, then turned toward the remaining pillars.
"Let's keep going!"
He took a step forward, prepared to lift another column.
"Indra!"
A familiar voice rang out, cutting through the air.
Indra paused, his eyes narrowing slightly before he turned his head.
There, just beyond the temple grounds, Surya stood—his radiant aura unmistakable. Beside him, wings outstretched, hovered Garuda, the celestial eagle, his keen gaze locked onto Indra.
Garuda?
Indra tilted his head, clapped the dust off his hands, and strode toward them with easy confidence.
"Pranam to the King of Svarga!"
Garuda clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, his tone laced with both reverence and urgency.
He had expected to find Indra in deep meditation, pushing himself through another cycle of ascetic discipline. But here he was building temples alongside the Gandharvas.
It was unexpected. Perhaps even admirable.
The King of Svarga is compassionate, but unshaken in duty.
Still, Garuda hesitated. This situation… it almost made his task feel trivial in comparison.
Indra studied him for a moment, then smirked. "Didn't see you in Vaikuntha last time. I figured you had taken up penance yourself."
Hands still on his waist, Indra eyed him with amusement.
The last time they met, Garuda had left under less-than-pleasant circumstances, avoiding Indra's presence entirely after receiving his ire. And now, here he was, approaching on his own accord?
"So? What trouble brings you here this time?"
Garuda shifted, glancing around briefly before exhaling.
Truthfully, he hadn't expected the great King of Svarga to be this… approachable.
He could still see the divine power crackling beneath Indra's skin, but there was an ease to him—an acceptance of the work at hand, a presence that was both commanding and oddly serene.
Still, no time to dwell on it. He straightened his posture.
"I've come to Svarga on a mission from the Devi Lakshmi herself," Garuda said in a firm voice. "And for the Lord."
Indra's brows lifted slightly.
Devi Lakshmi? Not a messenger for Vishnu?
A flicker of curiosity crossed his face. Devi Lakshmi rarely sent messengers without a reason. What could be so urgent? Indra crossed his arms, eyes gleaming with interest.
"Go on."
Garuda inhaled.
"The matter is like this..."
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Author's Note: Most of the hymns in this scene are either taken directly from the Rigveda or heavily inspired by it. References like Indra's might, his thunderbolt (Vajra), and his drinking of Soma are all Vedic in origin. The mention of Hayagriva, though, is a necessary addition to safeguard the continuity.
In this context, Soma does not refer to Soma Deva, who is also known as Chandra, the moon god. Instead, it refers to the Soma drink, a sacred, divine elixir described in the Rigveda. This drink was offered during yajnas (rituals) and consumed by Devas, especially Indra, to gain strength and divine ecstasy.
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