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Naathagiri

In the quiet heaven, a river named Naathagiri was there. It was magical. It could talk. All the Gods loved it.

 One day, the Rakshasas came and littered Naathagiri. The sage Shukrawaani threw a steel can on them. They got very angry and continued littering the magical river.

Namasthanaathi, who gave birth to Naathagiri gave double power to it. Naathagiri swelled up, forced himself and killed all the Rakshasas.

The Gods and Goddesses threw a Ceremony to bless Naathagiri. Naathagiri lived forever.

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  1. T.SrinivasanAugust 27, 2020 at 6:51 AM

    Super. Your imagination on river and naming it is wonderful. Great

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