A legendary rishi and his boon. A Yadav princess and her impetuous curiosity to invoke the celestials. A mistake that ignited the greatest war of all times. The story of an abandoned son who became one of the greatest warriors of history.
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THE MOMENT OF SEPARATION
“Radhey, love is a strong emotion. It binds souls together, beyond life. It transcends all distances that separate us, it is capable of expressing itself without words and it consumes us, together or apart. The power of love is beyond anything else that exists in this world. It will always keep us together, tied with memories. Though we won’t meet for years, we would always be together. I promise.” said Krishna.
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A BOOK OF MYSTERIES
You turn the pages of the book and your breath freezes.
“He is danger. He will kill you. He loves you but he will be your end. Beware.” you read these lines on the last page of the book, written with fresh ink. You remember it wasn’t there until now. The book vibrates again and the words disappear.
KAIKEYI- A PROMISE THAT CHANGED HISTORY
“Dashrath, you remember the time I saved your life?” whispered Kaikeyi, lowering her eyes to hide the tears from flowing.
“I remember every moment I spent with you. A warrior princess, I live because of you,” replied Dashrath, moving closer to Kaikeyi and feeling her breath.
“You promised me two boons,” she said, stepping back, her eyes lowered. He nodded.
“I wish that our son, Bharat be crowned as the king,” she said confidently, gaining back her warrior spirit. Dashrath stepped back, his mind froze.
A FEW MOMENTS
“Every time I look at him, I am scared to lose him. I feel betrayed.”
“And you will lose the few moments you have with him?” asked the old man with a soft smile.
“It is difficult. Scary to accept the truth. To be with him, knowing that he would be gone too soon.”
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“I PROMISE TO PROTECT HER”
Do you believe him? Do you believe that my father would return?” I froze as the little girl put away the glass. She stood up, her eyes filled with tears and turned to leave the room. I had no answer to her innocence. She knew the truth. She turned for one last time and said
” I know he won’t. He said goodbye. He never says a goodbye. I hope he returns. I can only hope” she erupted crying and rushed upstairs. My breath froze. Petrified I sat there, tears rushing down my eyes.
THE SAVIOR
The room was dark. Nysa’s hands and legs were tied with chains to the poles around.
“We must not tell her yet” she heard a deep commanding voice. She tried to speak and scream, but couldn’t.
“Should we then prison her until the lady comes? Starve our savior?” said another man.
“That are the orders. We will wait until morning. Until she comes” replied the man.
Nysa frowned. She had been here since the last evening, locked up alone in the room.
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TOMORROW?
Maybe we do not always have a tomorrow.
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DURYODHAN- VICTIM OR VILLAIN?
Maybe I was just another victim. A soul chosen to establish dharma by engraving its name as the villain. A part of me still believes I fought for what belonged to me, I fought for Dharma. But my heart is pounding. My soul isn’t silent.
I lost everything and everyone. I lost all of it only to be remembered as a villain. I fought the war all my life only to die alone. I dared to preserve the throne only to lose it to the Pandavas.
Today I know, the war was never about the throne of Hastinapur. It wasn’t about brothers fighting and it wasn’t about fighting for what belonged or what was promised. The war was to establish Dharma. To carve out a story that would inspire ages.
VIDURA-A LIFE DEVOTED TO DHARMA
The evening sun was casting its magical rays on the waves of the holy river. Vidura bent low and touched the warm brown sand. He turned around and ordered the 2 men waiting upon him with their hands resting on their swords to leave him alone for a while. He felt serene, but the pain was erupting from his heart.
Yesterday was haunting him. He took a deep breath, stretched his legs, and dissolved his mind into the past.
“The fate of the Kauravas is doomed. Hastinapur is submerging into its destruction as the mind of Duryodhan is casting a spell upon our land. The war is inevitable. Today or tomorrow this hatred among brothers would consume them and the world.”
SHADOW OF THE LOST GIRL
“How does it feel?” asked Aadhya.
“To be lost?” replied the stranger with a soft smile on her face.
“It must be haunting.”
“No. It feels haunting when we believe we belong, but we don’t. It is haunting when we exist. When we are alive but we just exist. But do you know what haunts every soul?”
Aadhya shook her head, raising her gaze to the dark sky.
“Regrets,” said the stranger in a low voice with a heavy sigh.
Aadhya’s eyes were restraining her tears from erupting. Just one step ahead and she would die. Release her soul trapped in this miserable life.
THE CURSED SWORD
A journey you were destined to take on. You are not ordinary, Kiara. Something lies deep within you. Hear the voice of your soul.
You are destined to wield the cursed sword. The legend reveals that the chosen heir must take upon a journey unknown, to the deep secrets that lie beneath. Only the chosen one would live, while all that hold her love must die. Sacrifice.
Remember, you were chosen for you had the power within you. Remember, that you were chosen for you have the strength within to live this life. Love, I trust you. Believe in yourself. I and your mom are always there with you.
DRAUPADI- THE FIRE BORN QUEEN
“You were always there for me Madhav,” whispered Draupadi under a heavy breath. “Where are you”
“Always with you Sakhi.” whispered back Krishna.
She breathed deeply, counting her last moments on each breath. Her heart was pounding for air and her vision was soft and obscure. She knew the time has come. Her mind was now at peace. No deep breaths to steal another moment in life.
The fire born took another deep breath and released her soul. She felt calmness and love as she held Krishna’s hand. The world around her was spinning but her heart felt serene. The peace she has never known before. She was rising from her mortal body into another realm. A realm that felt beautiful and tranquil.
DURYODHAN- THE DEATH OF KARNA
“You left me too early Karna. Too early” sobbed Duryodhan beside the muscular body of Karna, pierced with an arrow, lying dead on the battlefield of Kurukshetra.
“Meet me on the other side. I am counting my days until I meet you again”
RAJMATA SATYAVATI AND HER ABANDONED SON
” I would betray myself.” He lowered his gaze. Satyavati frowned and walked away.
“The only choice left now with me is to embrace my past and call upon the forgotten child.”
VIKARNA-THE KAURAVA WHO DARED TO OPPOSE
No one has the right to gamble a woman. Husband, father, or even gods cannot put a woman on the bet! Do I have to remind the Sabha of the shastras”
“Vikarna! You do not oppose me! Dare you speak another word brother and fate will have you killed!” replied a frustrated Duryodhan. He was annoyed as I, his younger brother dared to oppose him in the Sabha. “Panchali! Your husband gambled you away! And now that you are mine…”
THE KILLER
“Why does she have to intrude in my business,” he asked coldly. Maya could now sense his breath on her skin, she looked straight into his eyes, the blue gleaming eyes. After a long stare she whispered with tears rolling down her eyes “she is your daughter, why won’t she”
“And you killed your daughter” she took a deep breath as the man’s hold loosened. He was petrified.
DHRITARASHTRA- ETERNAL DARKNESS
” Sufferings. Pain. Loss. Rejection. Yearning for acceptance from my own people. That’s all I have ever felt all my life. A kingdom is ruled with righteousness and justice. A ruler must be devoted to his people and to the society. He must fill in the cracks of the imperfect society. Challenge the inherited bizarre norms of the society and bring in changes to sustain the world that is evolving. A leader must pave the way for new inventions and ideas to emerge. Does it matter if the king is blind?
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GANDHARI- LAMENT OF THE BLIND QUEEN
“I have always accepted your love. So I, Vasudev Krishna, would not deny your curse. ” echoed the voice of Krishna in her mind.
It was a gloomy evening, and the blindfolded Queen was in her chambers, cursing herself for the happenings of the past. Her heart cried that evening, blind in the love of her 100 sons that died in the greatest war of history and she knew that someway she ignited the war.
“I shouldn’t have said that. I hate myself and every cell of my body to curse Vasudev” sobbed Gandhari.
DHRISHTADUMNYA- THE SHADOW OF DEATH
” Even if it is time for me to die let me die with honor, take your revenge but let me die with a sword in my hand.” Ashwathamma closed his eyes, whispered ” Om Namah Shivaay” and pierced the sword in the neck of the warrior. The scream of the warrior echoed in the battleground as the body of the fire born lay on his bed, bleeding the blood of grief and horror. Only if he could die the death of a warrior.
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SHAKUNI- THE FIRE OF REVENGE
The entire kuru vansh is the reason for our death and sufferings. Do not let your heart ever forget the cause for which you live. My son, you live only to destroy Hastinapur.”
“Father, I promise to destroy the Kuruvansh. I would be the cause of their end, I would let each moment I live be devoted to revenge.” sobbed Shakuni.
How did Krishna get the Sudarshan Chakra?
O Madhava! Whenever you hurl it at an enemy in the course of battle, it will irresistibly kill and return again to your hand.”
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A TIME TRAVELLER
it may sound a bit- Nah well a lot strange and weird but I am here to warn and protect you. The future is grave.”
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