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THE STORY OF MIRA BAI




There is a very beautiful and heart-warming story of the Rajput princess Mira bai, who, it is said, “burnt herself like a moth in the candle of love...”for her celestial lover, the Lord God Krishna himself. The fable of Mira’s devotion to Krishna is one of the most revered household stories in many Indian households. Various biographers have given beautiful expression to the touching story of this indefatigable love of Mira for Lord Sri Krishna.

The story is set in the year 1557 in a place called Marwar in present day Rajasthan. Rajasthan was home to some of the most valiant kings who belonged to the Kshatriya community and were the fiercest enemies of the Mughal regime. Mira was born in this Royal clan and was hence destined to marry in Royalty. She, as per the traditions and rigid customs of those days, thus married a Rajput prince by name Bhoja Raja, eldest son of a powerful King.

However Mirabai had already given her Heart and Soul to the Emperor of Love, Lord Krishna. Hence she could not fulfill the duties expected of a devout Hindu wife and soon fell foul of her husband and in-laws who thought her mad. Her incessant singing of Krishna hymns (Bhajans) and other expressions of her devotion to the Lord infuriated them and they tried their best to torture and harass her.

Her unwavering devotion and miraculous escapes from the ordeal-with the blessings of Lord Krishna- form the basis of Mira’ story.

Mira is today deified like a saint and her bhajans are sung in many a temple and household.




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