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 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.
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.
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”
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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