Beloved Shiva,

You know my greatest flaw — how I forgave too quickly and blamed myself for everything. Again and again, I let it pass until, one fine day, the fire erupted and the roof burned down. This cycle became my routine: silence, self-blame, eruption.

Then came the time when I worked tirelessly to rid myself of anger. I thought I had conquered a weakness, but instead I became like a snake stripped of its venom — a doormat.

My silence gave the rats courage; they squeaked louder, mistaking my peace for submission.

And then, you, my Lord, in your mysterious ways, challenged me.

You wanted me to be neither angry nor vengeful, neither surrendered in insult nor hardened into rebellion. How was such a balance even possible? I could not understand — until the day it all came together.

To be a doormat is a weakness.
To be vindictive is a weakness.
To be angry is the greatest weakness.

To forgive — that is true strength.
Yet, forgiveness isn’t shortsightedness;
It isn’t closing your eyes to justice.

In many cases, forgiving a wrong act and moving on is Adharma — a massive negative. Why? If someone can harm even those who have strength and backing, what happens to the powerless? They are left gaslighted into silence.

Dharma demands that I forgive the wrongdoer, yes — but never their deed. The person may go, but the issue must stay. It must be remembered, transformed into purpose.

Many “demons” of society took advantage of my peace, and when they left scars, I came running to you. But you sat still, eyes closed, unmoving.

In your silence, I was forced to rise and defend myself.

Thus, Uma became Maha Kali — fierce and unyielding. Yet rage alone was not enough.

The world needed Sri Devi Lalita — the one who plays life itself as Leela, a divine game. She moves with plan and purpose, like a lion on the prowl, yet carries herself with grace — never losing her joy, never surrendering her peace.

That is Dharma: to work against the negatives you face — not in fury, but in Leela.

They say even in Shiva’s silence there is wisdom. And that, my Beloved, is the truth your silence taught me.

Love,
Sri Devi