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Andal Perumal




A long time ago, there lived an alwar called Peri Alwar. His job was to put garlands around each lord's neck. One day, a baby was born near a Tulsi plant. Peri Alwar took the baby home and named her Kodai. When Kodai grew up, she loved to listen to the stories of Krishna. One day, Peri Alwar left for the temples to do pooja. He had already did pooja to lord Krishna and put a garland around his neck. Kodai was left home. She felt bored and wanted to talk to Krishna. She asked some questions, "Can you play with me? Can you grant me wishes? And, can you come to me? Please say something!" She said. "If you will not respond I will put your garland on." She put the garland on. Peri Alwar entered the house and was furious to see Kodai putting the garland on. "Take it off!" He shouted. Kodai sadly took it off. Peri Alwar placed a new one. A voice said, "I only want Kodai's garland!" It was Krishna! Kodai and Peri Alwar were shocked. Kodai replaced the garland. Suddenly, Kodai was dressed in a beautiful saree. Peri Alwar said sorry and Kodai and Krishna got married. From that day onwards, Kodai was named, Andal Perumal.🙏


Maargali thingal madi nirainda nanalaam
Neeraada podhume poduminor nerizhayeer
Seer malgum aaipaadi selva chirumeergaal 
Kurvel kodinthozhilan Nanda gopan Kumaran
Eraandha kanee eshodai izhan chingam 
Kaarmeni chengal kathir madiyan 
Pol mugathaan narayanane namake parai tharuvan
Paaror pugazha padindelo rambaavai 

(This sloka was written by Andal, she only wanted to marry krishna and so wrote this sloka.)

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  1. Super Shriyandhaa. Well written. Great. You are really a genius.
    Good job. Keep writing.

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  2. Iam so happy shriyandhaa to know the story about Andal through your beautiful writing.The Pasuram written by Andal is called Thirupavai.you have given the first Pasuram on this first day of Tamil month margazi- Margazi thingal....
    Very good start. You know Lord Krishna says in Bhagavad Gita "masaanam Margazi"i.e among 12 months iam the Margazi maadam. My blessings to you Shriyandhaa.

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