MOOKUTHI AMMAN - part 2 : guilt
The memory of that night refused to leave Ramasamy’s mind. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Mookuthi Amman standing tall, commanding him to make her temple shine like Tirupati. In his heart, disbelief and devotion wrestled. “Why me?” he muttered again and again, but he also felt strangely blessed. Days passed with his mind in fear and awe, unable to share the secret with anyone. The only thing he knew was this—he had truly seen Mookuthi Amman, and the world would never believe him. One evening, when he was sitting outside his house, the air grew still. A golden glow appeared, and suddenly Mookuthi Amman stood before him in full divine form. Ramasamy froze, heart racing. “Amma… meendum?” he whispered. She smiled gently. “Only you can see me. Don’t fear ramu.” Her form shifted—crown vanished, her long hair twisted into a neat bun with jasmine, heavy jewels softened into simple ornaments, yet her radiance remained. Ramasamy was surprised “Ayyo, what is this miracle!” She chuckled...