Stories of Nyi Loro Kidul go back to the beginning of Indonesia. There are many different versions of this story: here is the version my grandma told me.
My mother may be wife, mother, and nursing assistant, but she is also woman, spirit, fire, and queen. She is both the Cinderella who hems the dress and scrubs the floors, and the woman who dances till midnight, the belle of the ball in sparkles and silk.
One day, Kartik and Ganesh were fighting about who loves their mother more. Goddess Durga, annoyed by their quarrelling all the time, proposed a competition between them.
Author’s note: Due to colonisation and the affect that the white Australia policy had on my people, I did not grow up with these stories given in physical form, my “Story” has been revealed to me slowly through Dreams and visions, which, in my culture, is a form of how songs and stories are passed down via the other realm.