My story starts in the waters of a river that’s no longer there. I was the mighty torrent of the Veda’s inspiration, the roaring, rushing wave that incited all pious thought.
I was Saraswati, the flowing one. And though my water no longer flows, I will still whisper my wisdom to you, if you will only listen for the sound of my voice in all things.
I am Saraswati, and still I flow.