A Head-Shave Story at the Feet of Lord Muruga
Kavi Priya did not walk toward Lord Muruga with demands.
She walked with faith.
Wrapped in yellow—the color of surrender, devotion, and fire—she sat down quietly. The crowd moved. Prayers echoed. But inside her, there was only stillness. When the blade touched her head, it wasn’t fear she felt.
It was freedom.
This was not about hair.
This was about letting go.
Each strand that fell carried something with it—
old pain, unanswered questions, exhaustion she never spoke about, expectations she carried without complaint.
At Lord Muruga’s sacred place, Kavi Priya offered what society tells a woman to protect most—her hair. And in return, she asked for nothing but strength.
The sandal paste cooled her scalp.
The jasmine rested against her chest.
Her eyes held both humility and courage.
This was her mundan—not as loss, but as rebirth.
Lord Muruga is the god of warriors, but also the god of clarity. And in that moment, Kavi Priya was both devotee and warrior. Soft in prayer. Strong in intent.
People may see a shaved head.
But Lord Muruga saw a pure offering.
A woman saying:
“Take what weighs me down. Leave me with purpose.”
When Kavi Priya stood up again, she stood lighter. Not because something was taken from her—but because something was given back.
Peace.
Resolve.
A new beginning.
Some journeys don’t begin with long hair flowing in the wind.
Some begin with a bare head, folded hands, and a heart full of faith.
And Lord Muruga listens. 🕉️✨