Published on: Mar 3, 2016
Transcripts - naja opening
The Legend of the Cobra (Aitihya Naja Naja)
(included in The Mammoth Book of the Kama Sutra, 2008)
The rivers had whispered they were about to overflow. To a casual observer, it merely seemed as if
the waters were quite full, but to the seers, to the ones who knew how to read Prithvi's elemental
children, the waters were raging. Eager to spill over the land, eager to spread.
And sure enough, just as they were about to wave through the ground, the wind blustered in and
brought the Moon. She called upon the Sun and didn't wait long for a response to Her coo. She
grabbed Her coveted, enveloped Him in Her luminescence, and brought sudden darkness to the
workday. The waters halted their siege; they too were distracted by the celestial awe.
It had been a very dry hot day, typical of the season. The men had had to stop every few minutes to
wipe their faces, take sips from their flasks. That's how talk had turned to the rivers' abundance;
the workers were grateful that there looked to be an abundant amount to refill from. As the Moon
continued Her dalliance with the Sun, the men felt drops fall upon their sweaty shoulders. It had
started to rain, and soon enough the pelting beads stimulated the rivers enough for them to finally
let loose. Soon the villagers were wet from their heads to their feet, a storm whipping up amidst the
They stuck their tongues out to taste the rain and realized it wasn't water pouring down - it was
milk. Out of curiosity they bent down and wet their hands with what was running over their toes,
lapping up their ankles. Velvety, slightly sweet……milk. The condensation had churned into milk.
And up from the waves rose the najas.