The Lost City of Pavitram
Once upon a time, tucked deep in the lush, emerald green heart of the Indian subcontinent, lay the mysterious city of Pavitram. A city now lost to time and history, it bore the testimony to an epoch of grandeur, harmony, wisdom, and the breathtaking architecture that epitomized the golden age of its time.
The history of Pavitram was as enigmatic as its disappearance. Legend has it that the city was bestowed upon King Hariharan, who was renowned for his wisdom, by the Gods themselves. The Gods, pleased with the king's virtues, endowed him with a city made entirely of gold, with shimmering spires reaching up to touch the clouds. 'Pavitram,' they had named it, which in the native tongue, meant 'pure.'
King Hariharan, throughout his reign, encouraged knowledge, love, and harmony among his people, making Pavitram an envy of the neighboring kingdoms. Artists, scholars, and merchants thronged from far off places to witness the grandeur of Pavitram, contribute to its glory, and take back tales of its splendor.
However, time has a way of eroding even the greatest of civilizations. As decades rolled by, greed, ambition, and lust for power began to stain the pure hearts of the people of Pavitram. The once shining city began to lose its luster as its people lost their virtue.
The Kings who succeeded Hariharan were not as wise or virtuous as he was. Corruption seeped into Pavitram, and the city began to languish. The Gods, alarmed by this descent, decided to give the city one last chance to redeem itself.
They sent a divine messenger, a young girl named Radha, who had an air of innocence but eyes depicting immense wisdom. Radha traversed the city, striving to instill the forgotten values among the people, urging them to remember their legacy.
However, king Kamsa, the then ruler of Pavitram, was not pleased. He viewed Radha’s endeavors as a threat to his reign driven by avarice. Blinded by ambition, he ordered Radha to be seized and banished from Pavitram.
Earlier, the Gods had stated that their favor for the city was until the Ganga flowed crystal clear. On the day of Radha's banishment, accounts describe an ominous phenomenon; the Ganga turned a sinister shade of crimson, representing the moral downfall of Pavitram.
That dreadful night, Pavitram vanished without a trace. The once vibrant city with its teeming markets, grand palaces, and golden spires was replaced by a vast, desolate land. The Gods, it is believed, decimated Pavitram, unable to bear the sight of the city they had once held dear, drowned in corruption.
Centuries later, Pavitram lives on, no longer as a city, but as a legend, a story of grandeur lost to greed. It serves as a reminder that power and wealth are insignificant compared to the virtues of wisdom, integrity, and harmony. The city of Pavitram holds an epitaph to the golden age, its glory bittersweet, its demise a lesson to humanity.