Author: Dream Books Sanjeevi

“Spring River” is a sacred site where people share sorrows and find peace of mind in the shadow of love.

“Vasanti Nadi” – A story full of love and sacrifice, a spiritual journey where the river’s colors mingle with the waves, and the changing people share their sorrows and seek peace.

My love flows like a river,

Vasanti’s chest was filled with longing.

When the river cries in your memory, I am with you,

Dissolved in the waves, swayed by the relationship.

I sought your way, in a stream of tears,

My heart chants your name.

Even the moment of separation I melted in love,

As the river flows, so will your memories,

In the music of the waves my soul speaks of love.

The dimension of your smile, to extinguish the fire of my heart,

You are a love poem in my dreams.

My love will run forever with your memories.

Your memories are floating in the ocean,

The story of our love laughs in the wind of the storm.

Omnipresent love, you are my moon,

Your sacred depth is the brightness of my night.

Your love speaks like the water of my river,

My heart swells for you with every wave.

The river of your soul clears my mind,

It will play love without you.

Love pours by rivers in the chisel of life,

Guide me through your memories and connect me.

Your face floats in tears like a kiss in my heart,

Love is a blessing that runs with you so it will run.

In every movement of my heart,

Your shadow is the path I follow.

My love celebrates with you by the river,

Your sweet memories fly as my bond and her language.

Your memories are the wind blowing in my heart,

That deep sadness and that love become my bond.

You and the river, together in my love’s goal,

The river and the water sound like the way of my mind.

The light of your smile guides me through a love’s sorrow,

You are the river of my mind.

Like the rain of love, my heart overflows with your memories,

With you I think again, love lived with you.

Though sorrows flow in the river,

Love filled my heart like a drop of water.

When your memories flashed in my heart,

It was as if your silence was speaking to each wave.

There I will travel along the river,

In the music of love with the waves that follow your laughter.

Seeking your paths, my heart runs,

Just let go of sorrows, your love is my way.

There is a beauty beneath your tears,

He seeks the love of the moon like a river.

Although separated by time,

The sound of my waves awaits you.

Low of the river, high of my love,

Your memories guide my life.

My heart is yours, in the moonlight,

My love, in the story of your memories.

That sentence made Prince Nedumaran’s mind twitch. There was a strange feeling in his chest. Rani Vasanthi thought that she could not share her thoughts with anyone. But only that river knew her every moment.

The hearts of the people were troubled by the death of the queen. Suddenly it rained, and then the rain overflowed the river. Not only that, but each water began a backward journey. Prince Nedumaran realized that something supernatural was hidden in it.

No one can forget the events of that day. People were mesmerized by the river’s change of direction, its every turn. It appeared not to be a subtle force. That’s why Nedumaran was immersed in the spectacle.

Who is that curse? Did the river tell its own story in the eyes of those who could not bear the demise of the queen? With this thought, all the people of that city searched for the hidden secrets behind it.

The next day the whole city was shocked. The river usually does not flow back in its normal direction. Again it started moving backwards from time to time. Prince Nedumaran was surprised to see this.

He immediately took this news to the king. The king calmly agreed to this with regretful eyes. “The river goes like this every year, in reverse. The river changes its direction when it vibrates in the memory of the queen. This is the old history of our family. This mantra has been passed down from generation to generation.”

Nedumaran was confused hearing this. “Father, are the memories of the queen only the river?” He asked. To which the king said, “Yes, in the river lies the remains of the queen’s life. All her emotions and sorrows are mixed in that water. Ever since she disappeared, every drop of the river has been searching for her.”

Realizing that this was the complete truth, Nedumaran wanted to know how to communicate with Nadi to keep the queen’s memories intact. Because a new purpose arose in him to transform the sadness of that mysterious river and the traces of the queen’s death into beauty.

Similarly, Nedumaran traveled to a magical gate to turn the river back to its normal course.

The journey through the magical door is very challenging. Nedumaran already knew that reaching that place would be very difficult. Yet, for the memories of the queen, he strove to find a way to resolve Nadi’s sadness. There were many challenges against him such as the deep forest, the sound of the wind moving on the rocks, and being lost without knowing the direction.

At the end of three days’ journey, he reached a deep cave hidden in the heart of the forest. At the entrance of the cave lay the mystic ways of Agilavith. They were put to the test of not letting go. His courage, love and faith are severely tested.

He crossed the confusion and entered the inner chamber of the cave. He found a small body of water in the middle of the cave. The queen’s face slowly began to appear on the water. He heard the voice of the queen, “Do you come to relieve the sadness of the river? Only the river is moving. My love has become a poem in the heart of the water.”

Nedumaran was stunned and started talking to her. “Vasanti, I have not forgotten you. I am asking you to help the river flow again. What should I do?”

The queen calmly said, “Instead, I must take only my memories and be freed. Give me one innocent tear for that, and that tear will grant me my release.”

Nedumaran fell silent on hearing this. He shed a single tear over the water with heart-wrenching sadness. At that very moment, the Queen’s face slowly faded.

The river began to merrily flow again in its usual direction. Nedumaran’s mind was filled with a deep peaceful love and virtuous joy.

Nedumaran came out of the cave and stood near the bank of that magical river. The river was again rushing in its normal direction. There was no sadness from it, a kind of peace spread. Each wave of the river now seemed to reach a new stagnation.

Although Nedumaran’s mind was somewhat enlightened, he also had a heartbreak when he realized that Rani Vasanthi was permanently out of his life. But, he knew — the fact that Vasanti’s memories now washed away the sadness the river carried and returned to nature gave the queen’s soul freedom.

Nedumaran came back to the city that evening. People also now observed the change in the river with amazement. Now they all rejoiced, for if they could see the river flowing again from time to time with a smile, they thought it was the silent unfolding smile of the queen’s soul.

After that Nedumaran decided to change his life. Now his life is focused not only on the memories of Rani, but also on sharing those memories with others to bring peace and happiness to their minds. Rani’s love and deep memories, now remained in the river as a beautiful poem and love story.

Nedumaran decided to take his reign in a new direction, hoping to save her memories through it. Henceforth the river was called “Vasanti River” and bore the name of the queen — a symbol of undying love.

After Nedumaran started dedicating his life to the memories of Vasanthi, changes were soon seen in the lives of the people living on the banks of the river. The river, known as the “spring river”, became a fundamental part of the city’s life. People also stopped there and worshiped and started sharing their dreams and sorrows with the river.

Nedumaran decided to hold a festival in honor of Vasanti every year. On the day of the festival, all the people gathered on the banks of the river and raised the words that appeared in their hearts into songs and stories. Nedumaran made this festival a sacred event, where people share their sorrows and joys with their loved ones.

With the passing of time, the Vasanthi River became the mother bearing the hearts and dreams of thousands of people. Every wave of the river felt the vibration of love.

Nedumaran’s whole life was guided by Vasanthi’s memories and provided good governance to the people. Even after his death, the “Vasanti Nadi Festival” was observed

Even after Nedumaran’s death the “Vasanti Nadi Festival” continued to be the most important event for the people of the city to come together to celebrate joy and peace. The day that comes every year inspires people to celebrate Vasanthi’s love and Nedumaran’s lasting memories with enthusiasm.

Even when new generations came, they adopted this festival as a tradition and tearfully remembered the love of Vasanti and the sacrifice of Nedumaran. Young, old and children all gathered near the “Spring River” to share their own stories and to share their sorrows as a ritual. The river has been a symbol of love, hope, sorrow and victory for them.

As the waves of the river sounded like music, it sounded like a story, a song that reached into the hearts of the people. No matter how times change, the romantic epic “Vasanti Nadi” continues to remain green and deep in memories.

Throughout the city the “spring river” rose as a holy place. Now people think of it as a place to find meaning in their lives without forgetting someone. As the river Vasanthi became the lifeblood of the city, it grew day by day and lived as a river that poured forth the soul of love.

Thus the story and love of Nedumaran and Vasanthi remained there forever as beautiful memories of the separation through the river.

Although the “Spring River” remained a part of people’s lives, some renewed traditions began to emerge in its magnificent shadow. The people of the city regarded the river as a sacred place where they could come together and express their feelings.

One day, a young woman of the town, Thenamozhi, came to share her sufferings with Nadi. There was deep sadness in her eyes, but the murmur of the river instilled a sense of hope in her soul. Sitting by the river, she recounted her life’s tragedies and expressed her emotions by adding her tears to the river’s water.

At that moment, a miracle happened. The waves of the river slowly gave her a sense of sanctification. Her sorrows seemed to dissolve with its waves. Thanmozhi found some peace and stability in that river.

From then on, Thanmozhi used to visit the river every month and share the new paths of her life with the river. Another day other youths followed her path. It has grown into a sort of tradition for the younger generations to ascribe their life’s challenges and joys to “Vasanti Nadi”.

Thus, “Vasanti Nadi” became not only a memory of love of yesteryear, but also a place of support, hope and grief for the present generations. Now it has become a light of separation, affection and refreshing feelings for every generation.

That river was not a story then, but a sacred memory of Nedumaran and Vasanthi’s love, sacrifice, grief and hope.