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Golu - Season 3 - Ep. 4

 Ep. 4 - Kanakadhara Story


Hello everyone! Welcome back to the 3rd Season of the Golu Series! 


Today, Goddess Lakshmi's days will be starting, and as a special post, I will post the story of Kanakadhara Stotram.




So, we all know Adi Shankara don't we? So once upon a time, when He was a young Boy, He was doing biksha vandanam down the streets (sanyasis had to do that). He stopped by an poor woman's hut. She had nothing but a small amla.  She knew she had to give at least something, so she gave away the amla. 


Adi Shankara noticed this and recited a sloka called the Kanakadhara Stotram (He was the one who composed it). As He recited, Maha Lakshmi was moved by Adi Shankara's grace and Bhakthi towards God. Lakshmi, as a result blessed the poor lady with a downpour of gold (She made her rich). So, Lakshmi will shower those who recite the Kanakadhara Stotram with Her blessings.


So that's all!

And that's it for this episode!

Tune in tomorrow for more Golu Episodes!


Bye!


P.S - Hope you saw the answers of the last episode's quiz!..



Comments

  1. Actually I know the kanakadhara storm. But what you wrote was amazing and different
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    Just kidding . I am your cousin Sam

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  2. Super Shriyandhaa. You are very good in writing religious stories. You can write about baktha prahaladha, Dhuruvan, Krishna leelas and all.you can try. Ok.
    Babu Thatha.

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  3. Aptly you have choosen the story behind the Kanaka Dhara slokam today being Mahalakshmi day in Navarathri. The composer Shri Adi Shankaracharya dedicated Bhakthi and concern about the poor is good quality of a human which every one should have. You have given a good message Shriyandhaa. God bless you.
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    Pushpa patti

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  4. The story u wrote about Kanakadhara is very excellent. Keep it my dear God will always help u in all ur further and future activites .Anbudan Viji Patto

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