Once, I was a human girl.
You wouldnât know it to look at me now, but long ago, when devas and demons roamed the earth, I was a human girl who dreamed of being a dancer.
The rains had finished, and the Kaveri River swelled threateningly close to the outskirts of the village. In no rush to return home, I sat idling by the riverbank in the marshy reeds, my toes in the water, dreaming of dancing. I wanted to feel the rhythm of the drums in my body, of the high flute winding around my skin. More than that, I wanted to be free of my family.
But instead, that was the day I would meet my future husband. My family was eager to marry me off. I had heard them say as much that morning.
Read the rest of my recently published short story, "Kaliya, Queen of Snakes," over at Zooscape e-zine. Perfect for fans of Madeline Miller's Circe, this is a retelling of the Hindu legend of the epic battle between Krishna and Kaliya, in which Kaliya is a fierce, shapeshifting teenaged girl.
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