Long ago, in the Himalayan valleys, lay a small village—Chandrapur. It was renowned for its tranquility, simple people, and lush greenery. However, a shadow of mystery also loomed over the village.
A short distance from the village, in the heart of a dense forest, stood an ancient temple. The temple housed a statue of a Yakshini—an unearthly beauty and a supernatural aura. The villagers said, "This statue comes alive as night falls. Anyone who crosses its boundaries never returns." People even mentioned the temple's name with fear.
There lived a young man in the village—Veer. He was fearless, curious, and a seeker of truth. Whenever the villagers told stories about the temple, Veer would laugh, "This is all superstition! I'll go and see what the truth is."
The village elders stopped him, admonishing him, "Son, some mysteries are beyond human understanding. They shouldn't be touched." But Veer wasn't one to believe it.
On a new moon night, when the sky was empty of moonlight and the forest was silent, Veer set out with a torch, a small knife, and a little food. The wind blew through the trees, making a strange whisper. Shadows moved with every step, as if invisible eyes were following him. After a long walk, he arrived at the temple.
The temple was dilapidated, but the carvings on its walls still seemed to shine. Inside, the lamp's flame had been extinguished, but in the center stood the statue of a Yakshini—white, radiant, with a mysterious glow in her eyes.
Veer laughed and said, "It's just stone; people are afraid for no reason." As soon as he touched the statue, a sudden gust of cold wind blew through, extinguishing his torch.
A soft, resonant voice floated through the darkness—"Who is it... who has come to disturb my abode?"
Veer's heart pounded, but he gathered courage and said, "I am Veer. I want to know why people fear you."
He remained silent for a few moments. Then, slowly, an aura spread before the statue, and from it appeared the form of a divine woman. Her eyes shone like stars, and her face was so captivating that Veer paused for a moment.
The Yakshini said, "I am the protector of this temple and this forest. Centuries ago, I promised to stop anyone who came here with greed or intentions of destruction. I punish evil... but bless those with pure hearts."
Veer mustered courage and asked, "Then why frighten the villagers?"
The Yakshini replied with a gentle smile, "I don't frighten, I warn. Nature is sacred, and humans seek to destroy it for their own selfish reasons. It is my responsibility to protect it."
Veer bowed his head humbly. "I promise to explain this to the villagers. They will protect this forest and the temple."
The Yakshini, delighted, opened her palm. Inside was a shining gem, brighter than the moon and stars. She said, "Keep this safe. Whenever you need me, just rub it—I will come to you."
Veer returned to the village. At first, people laughed at his words. But when he showed them the gem, which glowed in the dark, everyone's minds changed. Gradually, the villagers resolved to protect the forest.
Time passed. Chandrapur and its forest became even more prosperous. Now the Yakshini's story was no longer one of fear, but one of respect and inspiration.
Message : - Nature is not only our heritage, but the heritage of every living being. It is our duty to protect it, because invisible forces also stand guard over it.
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