Dayan, a tale freedom.
The city seemed all blessed, the cold breeze chilled the bones of ego, the bells of temples were ringing hard so loud that the voices inside head went numb.
Its Bhubaneswar, the Smart City of India, Its Bhubaneswar, the City of Temples.
God seats above the mind of every being in here, somehow it cleanses the impurity and enlightens with kindness.
The divinity of the place holds a hypnotic aura within people, but some thing get hidden, some mystery remain unsolved.
The Eastern India is known for supernatural creature called “DAYAN” - an ethereal monstrous creature who has luscious black long hair, her luring loner men and seducing them to drain blood is all an act of revenge. The eastern Indian folklore says when women dies under tragic or unjust circumstances they turn into Dayan, They rebirth to avenge themseleves by haunting the society who did wrong to them.
The city of bliss does carry blood of curses, but where there is god there is justice. The evil of regio-cultural norms that harms women, where the gender discrimination gets into nerves of humanity, a cult of supernatural beings do rise and rise at night where all the real monsters fall asleep and they get haunted when their blood get sucked.
Bhubaneswar always carries a divine feminine energy of Devta but a dark energy where big black eyes does protect us women from the dirtiest part of the society.
Where the moon shines and sky darkens, the real madness of divinity hits where the god and monster sits back and avenge the real evil of the society, the long black nails and the calmness of the bright city often whispers how no one is alone no matter how bad things are.
The Dayans, nonetheless divine powerful witches, the city holds every pure souls on to their shoulders, because blessing is real in this city where the blood lust, development and divinty all exists in balance.
Whenever ones heart ached in negativity, somehow a strong gittering pain came along to take everything away.
The lights are their and the big eyes are on us, Bhubaneswar rises with hope and sleeps with dreams.
Nightmares are only for the evils where evils get punished and sabotaged.
The society and Dayan has their own ironical parallels, the extremes that exists all along for the bare patriarchy. Where women get worshiped and shamed altogether.
This a tale of Dayan who harmed every selfish beings and raised women passively.
Even god turns monsters to fight one.
Odia culture has a lot to offer and Bhubaneswar is a city that gave hope to dreamers.
This female entity is nothing but a symbol of melonchony and freedom, where they take revenge and the gods, society sits and watches.
The eth-reality is so strange and so bizarre where in a human life time even a city has so much to offer and so much to do with everyone’s lives it always the people who end up bringing a certain section of the society down.
The anatomy of this entity says a lot how no one takes a simple being seriously, hence creatures are born who overbear so much power that terrifies even themself, where the harm even affects the thing they adore. The cruelty becomes only answer.
Where the rebirth or regeneration of this creature just exists based on immense pain and loneliness. Where they only enjoy the beauty of rotten.
The mischiefievousness of these Dayans are often a symbol of lack of moralit as the creatures who have suffered through unjust before death undersatnd that, where cruelty was only language that is taught in this society.
Their digestive only bears of draining blood which also affects them in guilt and where the question rises what is justice, what is being vengeful, what is violence and what is the meaning behind evil.
Is the tales of folklore exists to tell the tales of lonesome creature where at the end of the day if a creature does not live enough they just die everyday with the bear pain of emptiness.
Bhubaneswar always let one breathe in ease, where one can open their long hair at evening and roam around the city in happiness and joy; maybe this is the Karma of Dayan, a blessing of her letting us know how much divinity is necessary to threaten the ego of toxic patriarchy as all along these creatures were born and written because of how much the norms of society affected the weaklings.
Maybe the way through life, way through freedom is walking with two opposite feet.
