#2 place in Mahabharat Awards 2020
An undiscovered face of Mahabharat after the cauldron.
Apricity-- (meaning) warm rays of the sun in a winter day.
As the cold,heavy storm of the Kurukshetra had nearly wiped out half of the population in Aryavart...
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Why on earth you had to crash out of the blue?" I glared at Varma as he passed a nasty expression towards me.
"How will I know that our beloved prince was impressing a girl, that too, early in the morning?"
"Impressing?" I frowned in disbelief.
"Weren't you? I have never seen you turning red while speaking. You believe me or not, you were blushing." Varma stated in an obvious tone.
Me blushing? I couldn't gather any decorous thoughts to articulate an answer.
"Anyways, Mahamahim (Grandsire) Sahadev was expecting you to be present then."
"When?" I asked.
"A few while ago but he might have left by now, if I am not wrong."
"But why?"
"A convoy from Hastinapur arrived at dawn and he has forthwith embarked for Indrapastha. "
"What did the messenger say? Is everything alright there?" I enquired.
"He left a note stating Grandsire Yuyutsu has breathed his last at Indraprastha, and to his last wish, Pandavas have to perform his funeral rites, together."
My memories traced back a few years, when I met Pitamah Yuyutsu. A man resilient yet jovial, just as Pitamah Yudhisthir. Not that we have had crossed paths more than once, but his aura of modesty and charm was the last thing to leave my mind. To admire his warrior skills, didn't befit me.
Heaving a doleful sigh, I advanced my chin to watch the blue hue high above. The sun had gone to rest, leaving it to the threads of clouds to adorn the sky.
The enigmatic smile of Pitamah SriKrishna danced in my subconscious. The blue sky was laughing at me, and reminding me more often, "It isn't our selves which are eternal, those we reap are. We, the mortals, live to die, and die to live again." Those were the words he told me as a child of five.
May his soul seek the best in heaven, I prayed.
"Rajkumar Yaudheya will be joining us within a few days. He has written to him." Varma affirmed, holding my shoulder to comfort me.
I pressed a small smile upon my lips and he took his cue to move on. Sometimes, solitude is the best way of comforting somebody. There lies a pleasure in knowing you have a shoulder to cry on, but not all the worse incidents need a tear to be shed. It's fine to not cry and accept what it is.
The violet rhododendrons shivered in the gentle breeze. The blanket of mist held a minor obstacle to proceed. A soft hustle in the bushes made us to look at the tender rabbits nibbling on a fruit. The yellow marigolds were sprinkled with the nascent drops of rain.
The white of the mist to the white of her attire created delusions in me. I turned back, the path through the forest was eventually fading to oblivion like a glacier merging to a snow field.
Iravati told she would wait for me near the woods at dusk. And I am nowhere to turn down her wishes. The enigma of following the map was overwhelming, all the more her presence would be an addition to my comfort.
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