When Mirabai was a small child she saw a wedding procession and asked her mother - "Who will be my husband?"

Her mother pointed to the Krishna idol in their home and smiled.

"That one."

She was joking. Mirabai was not.

She grew up, was married to a Rajput prince, and when he died her in-laws expected her to observe the customs of widowhood.

Instead she kept dancing.

Kept singing.

Kept receiving common devotees in her private temple regardless of their caste.

Her brother-in-law tried to stop her.

Three times.

Each time something unexpected happened.

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