A traditional story (kōvai purāṇam-style) associated with the Mahalakshmi Temple of Mahadanapuram (near Karur), and its deep connection to the Kurumba (shepherd) community — retold in narrative form for clarity and emotion.
In the gentle valley near the Cauvery River, lived a group of humble Kurumba shepherds. They grazed sheep on the green banks and lived in peaceful huts, guided by nature and devotion. They had no temples, only trees they tied bits of cloth to, and no priests—only elders who whispered prayers to the wind.
One day, while a shepherd boy named Kannu was leading his flock near the river, he saw something strange: a glowing statue, half-buried in the earth under a Peepal tree. It wasn’t made of stone—it seemed alive, like it breathed light.
Afraid and awed, Kannu ran to his elders. They came, offered flowers and water, and realized:
“This is no ordinary stone. This is Mahalakshmi herself!”
Far away, the demon Andhakasura, who hated goodness and light, learned that Lakshmi had revealed herself to mere shepherds. Enraged, he rushed to destroy the place, tearing through fields, frightening animals, and darkening the skies.
The Kurumba elders panicked. How could they protect the goddess?
They remembered their sheep—gentle, pure, and fearless. In a moment of divine inspiration, they sheared wool and covered Mahalakshmi’s idol with it, hiding her from the demon’s eyes.
And then, they did the unthinkable…
They prayed to Lord Shiva, the destroyer of evil.
To show their faith, the Kurumbas shaved their heads and began breaking coconuts on their own skulls, shouting:
“Shiva! Save the goddess! Protect our hills!”
Moved by their painful devotion, Lord Shiva appeared in a blinding flash. With one strike of his trident, he destroyed Andhakasura.
Lakshmi emerged from under the wool, her face glowing like the rising sun. She smiled at the Kurumbas.
“You did not offer me gold. You gave me your pain. I will never leave this land.”