From that day on, he was called —the Blue-Throated One.
The poison hit his throat. A sizzling, agonizing hiss filled the cosmos. The nerve of every living being screamed. The throat of the great god turned a terrifying, livid blue. The pain was so immense, so absolute, that it would have shattered a trillion suns. mahadev devon ke dev
Without a word, Shiva rose. He walked to the edge of Kailash and raised his hand. The terrible poison, as if summoned, rose from the ocean in a writhing, shrieking pillar and flew into his palm. He cupped it like a lotus flower. From that day on, he was called —the Blue-Throated One