From the folklore of the Binjhwar
When the Sun’s children were born, the god-people thought, “Even when the Sun was by himself, he was hot enough. If these children are allowed to grow up, the world will become so hot that nothing will survive. Men and animals, trees and grass will turn to ashes. If we would save the world, we must somehow or other kill these children.”
The god-people went to the Moon and said, “Invite the Sun to dinner and prepare for him a sweet potato. Tell him how good and tasty it is and, when he asks what it is made of, say it is the flesh of your own children whom you killed for his entertainment. Tell him also that you have the bones of your children somewhere and that, when you get lonely for them, all you have to do is to sprinkle some water over them and they’ll come back to life.
The Moon did as the god-people suggested, and the Sun enjoyed his dinner and thought how clever the Moong was. Some days later he felt very hungry and remembered the excellent dish his sister had prepared. He therefore killed all his own children, carefully putting the bones aside, and made a heavy meal. But he soon grew desolate in his empty house and went to the bones and threw water over them. But the bones remained still and lifeless. Then the Sun realized how he had been cheated and went to beat the Moon, but she escaped in time.
The Sun stood on the threshold and cursed his sister. “It would be sinful for me to injure my nephews. But as I have suffered, so you will suffer.”
The Sun’s children became ghosts and every now and then they come to kidnap their mother, and this is what we call an eclipse.
Source:
Chapter 3, Tribal Myths of Orissa, Verrier Elwin, 1954
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