Reading Notes: The Indian Story Book Part A

The Sacred Cow

The story begins with the monarch, Visvamitra sitting on his throne wrestling about how he's going to interrupt the peace in his kingdom. Visvamitra is bored with the happy pattern of his people and the kingdom, it is too calm. I found that I could include this story line into a new story that pertains to the warlord from More than a Charm. The warlord innately would want to start a war. Furthermore, the monarch went out with his flock to visit a saint name Vasishtha. The king was going to find some way to receive a blessing for his war or find someone to war with. The most interesting thing about Vasishtha s that he possessed a magical cow, Sabala. The saint asked him and his fighting men to stay for season; however the king was impatient. He commanded his men to capture Sabala and she was resistant. The kid did not know the magical power that she possessed. I think that I will make Sabala a maiden instead of a cow but describe her with similar characteristics.

Kamadhenu

The image above is Kamadhenu, the mother of all sacred, magical cows. 

Bibliography: Wilson, Richard.The Indian Story Book. 1914. Print. 

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