The Ram Temple, Imperial Capital-Bengaluru


    The Rama Temple in the capital stands at an impressive height of a hundred feet, showcasing the impressive craftsmanship of the Bharatiya civilization, looking mighty and majestic. Within the temple, women of all ages follow the directions of a lead woman in arranging decorations for the Rama Temple.


    "Sister Veena, it’s not like that. You need to arrange the flower gands in a crisscross pattern. If you put them in a straight line, it won’t look as good."


    "Oh! Okay, miss. I’ll correct them right away," a middle-aged woman quickly started to change the design.


    The lead woman named Jamuna noticed a ce where decorations were missing. "Deepika, go bring the loose flowers."


    "Right away, sister," a little girl ran quickly toward the storeroom.


    Suddenly, a young woman entered the busy workce with an excited expression. "Sister Jamuna, that student Gajendra called for you. He said there is a job you can do."


    Jamuna’s eyebrows were raised in surprise as the news was quite unexpected since she did not expect the high school students responsible for constructing the log house would call for her assistance.


    Looking around, she could see that most of the work assigned to her in the Rama Temple had beenpleted.


    "Sister Veena, look after the girls and have themplete the work as soon as possible. I will go over and take a look."


    Veena, a middle-aged aunt working under Jamuna, nodded her head and epted the task. "You go, miss. I will handle the matters here."


    Jamuna was relieved. She looked at the face of the girl who brought the news. "Let’s go."


    Jamuna Bhairavi is an ordinary-looking woman, 29 years old. Although her appearance is ordinary like any other woman in society, her life story is anything but ordinary.


    Jamuna Bhairavi had gotten married when she was seventeen and had her first child at eighteen. Sadly, the child did not survive birth and passed away. Fortunately, her second child was born safely when she was 22 years old and grew up healthily.


    Unfortunately, God seemed to y a joke on Jamuna as her husband passed away due to a wound that had be infected and rotten. Jamuna was not married into a rich family, but she had enough to eat and did not face any immediate pressure for survival. Sadly, seeing her weak status in society, a nobleman’s rtives forged fake credentials and forcefully took over hernd and home.


    Jamuna was unable to fight back against the noble lord, and she had to return to her father’s home, enduring abuse from society and her brothers’ wives.


    Living in such an atmosphere had already made her heart cold. Fortunately, her good days began when the purge of all the nobles urred, and the noble lord who had forcefully upied hernd was killed in the rebellion. She quickly regained hernd and property after some investigation by the then newly established Land Audit Bureau.


    Jamuna was thankful to the emperor, but she always felt insecure about her position. What if another noble lord suddenly came to town to ruin her life? Her past experiences taught her that the strength she held in her own hands was the real strength, so she was always on guard against everyone, even her neighbors.


    It was 1655, and her daughter was 8 years old. Just then, a spot for medical nurses opened up in the military, and Jamuna, who always felt insecure, promptly signed up for medical college and joined the training program. Thankfully, her daughter was allowed to stay and help out at the university while Jamuna went through her courses.


    She was then deployed to Balochistan for her work. As she could not bring her daughter, she used her privilege as a military medic to enroll her daughter in a good school in the capital. After a few months of service in Balochistan, due to the increasing intensity of the war on the maind, she was redeployed to the frontline.


    She was one of the best nurses in the field hospital, and by the end of the war, she had earned enough credits to receive a hefty paycheck.


    Returning home, she wanted to further pursue medicine, but she knew that although she was good at treating patients, she was the worst at identifying problems. Just as she was wondering what to do with her life and how to use her military money to provide a better future for her daughter, she came across a notice posted by the local panchayat requesting novel decorators for an uing event.


    Jamuna decided to give it a try, and surprisingly enough, since there was nopetition, she actually won. She hurriedly recruited some women she knew and who had been kind to her in the past, and managed them to decorate the event.


    She was paid well for her troubles, and since then, Jamuna took up event nning and designing as her career. She also established the Bhairavi Decoration Company when the liberalization of privatepanies took ce under His Majesty.


    "Sister, we are here."


    Jamuna immediately woke up from her stupor.


    Getting out of the carriage, she regained her confident expression and walked towards the massive log building that had suddenly appeared within a few hours.


    The professor responsible for the log house construction saw a woman approaching. He recognized her, so he went over to greet her.


    "You’re right on time, Jamuna. Come over quickly."


    The professor knew Jamuna because she was responsible for designing all the decorations from the 5th to the 9th street of the city and had also taken contracts from multiple temples for decorations. Jamuna was quite popr in event organization circles.


    Jamuna looked at the log house with curiosity. She touched the wall and felt a leafy texture. Pulling back the white cotton cloth, she saw that it was made of coconut leaves. Looking around, she noticed strong, Teak logs attached to the ground. She touched the logs and tried to shake them; they did not budge, giving her a solid feeling.


    The professor did not notice Jamuna’s movements as he went over to the back of the log house where the idol would be ced and made various framing gestures with his hands, simr to a movie director preframing a scene before a shoot. "Jamuna, we have some funds leftover, so I was thinking if you could help us decorate the sanctum sanctorum."


    Jamuna had a hunch this would be the case, hence she was not too surprised, Instead she questioned, "Do you have anything specific in mind?" She was actually very happy internally, as this would bring her a lot of poprity for herpany.


    To maximize her reputation, she even began to n multiple possibilities until she eventually settled on one, ’Although the n is risky, once sessful, mypany reaching the top is unstoppable.’ Unshakeable determination could be seen on her face.


    The professor began to gesture in the air. "Let me tell you the general idea. We are nning to ce the idol of Lord Ganesha in the middle, on top of the Kash Mountain peak, and surround him with tall mountains. The whole idea is to make the Lord feel like he is at home."


    Jamuna was shocked; she felt like she had underestimated the artistry of this professor. "It’s an amazing idea, professor. I believe His Majesty will be very satisfied." Her words contained a hint of approval and even admiration.


    "So, Miss Jamuna, can you do it?"


    Jamuna did not hesitate; she was decisive. "Of course, my Bhairavi Decoration Company will take over this business."


    "Not only will I do the main decoration for the sanctum sanctorum, but I will also help in recing these boring white walls with something that suits the overall theme."


    The professor was immediately happy but still hesitant. "Miss Jamuna, we don’t have a lot of budget; we have only around 400 Varaha. Can you do it in this price range?"


    Jamuna had a scheming smile on her face. "Professor, how about I do all the decoration for free?" There was a glint of eagerness in her eyes.


    The professor was taken aback. "For free? How is that possible? I’m sure this decoration will cost you a lot of money. No, please, Miss Jamuna, if I take advantage of someone on this project, not to mention that I cannot bear my internal guilt, His Majesty will not let me go."


    Jamuna knew that without rifying things, the professor would never agree to her request. "Professor, although I’ll be doing the decorations for free, I have a condition."


    "What is it?"


    "Allow mypany to distribute the prasad after the pooja ispleted."


    The professor was confused. "Is that it? What is the use of it?"


    "Yes, professor, this is my only request, and don’t worry, I will sign a contract stating my conditions so that you won’t get into trouble. As for the use, I just want to advertise mypany. I have prepared a lot of pamphlets, you see, ready to advertise my decorationpany to everyone.


    But now, if you allow me, I will immediately turn these pamphlets into tes and hand over the prasad in these tes."


    Looking at the confident expression on Jamuna’s face, the professor did not know what to do. He was unsure if this would bring him trouble, but since Jamuna said she would sign a contract, he began to rx and started thinking about what else he could do with the remaining money.


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    After the professor left, Jamuna let out a cheerfulugh. She had seeded. If everything went ording to n, her decorationpany should immediately be the number one decorationpany in the empire.


    However Jamuna was not happy for too long.


    ’Jamuna, calm down. The quality of the decoration is the final deciding factor; everything you have done until now is only setting up the opportunity.’ Jamuna immediately reined in her emotions, knowing that bing toocent was not good.


    After a while, the employees of Jamuna’spany entered the log house and began to do the decorations.


    For the tall mountains, sand was piled up. In order to get the effect of snow, a lot of chalk powder was spread on the mountains, after which clumps of cotton were ced on the mounds for a better visual effect.


    Clumps of cotton were tied with a rope and hung from the walls to make them look like clouds. The boring white cotton cloth was removed, and a blue cloth painted with various birds and clouds was installed.


    Jamuna went above and beyond. She had the schoolboys dig out a small pond in front of the mountains and made it into a visual resembling ake in the Himyas.


    The professor, who had gone to employ a drama troupe with the excess money, came back and was mesmerized by the scene. Within the log house, it had beenpletely transformed into Kasha.


    The professor looked at Jamuna Bhairavi with shock, as he couldn’t help but have a high opinion of this capable woman.