Aariv Wadhwa
Dear Reader,If this book has found its way into your hands, I believe it’s not a coincidence.Durga is not just a story I wrote-it is a story that wrote me. It came to me during a time when I felt lost, tired, and strangely disconnected from the woman I thought I was meant to be. Somewhere between deadlines, obligations, and expectations, I realized I wasn’t living-I was merely functioning.And then came Navratri.Not the one filled with music, sweets, and bright colors. But a silent, inward Navratri-a pilgrimage of the soul.This book was born out of a series of vivid dreams, sacred symbols, and quiet meditations. As I began to explore the nine forms of Goddess Durga, I encountered not only Her divine power, but also the very human woman behind the myth-Parvati. Daughter of the mountains. Seeker of love. Warrior of truth. Creator. Destroyer. Mother. Goddess.In Parvati, I saw pieces of all of us-of every woman who has ever doubted her strength, questioned her purpose, or felt torn between love and identity. Through her journey, I found healing. Through her silence, I found voice.This book follows a fictional character, Meera-a modern woman who, like many of us, carries unspoken grief, buried courage, and a hunger for meaning. Her journey across the nine nights of Navratri mirrors the transformation of Parvati into Durga, and perhaps, it will mirror something in you too.I did not write this as a scholar, priest, or pundit. I wrote this as a woman, walking barefoot toward the truth-with reverence, with imperfection, and with love.If there’s one hope I hold for you, dear reader, it is this:That as you read Meera’s journey, you may rediscover your own.That in Parvati’s fire, you may ignite your own light.That in Durga’s name, you may remember your power.
