What if the Mahabharat was reshaped by wishes from another age?
Long ago, when Lord Ram prepared to leave for his abode, he demanded last wishes from his brothers.
Lakshman knew his motive was to protect his brother from all that he had to go thro...
It was a quiet morning, and on the stillness of a riverbank, a woman knelt by the edge of river Ganga, holding an infant in her trembling arms. Her heart weighed heavy with sorrow, which was mirrored by the fog that engulfed the surroundings.
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As a cool breeze passed through the trees, an uncomfortable silence settled over the scene. The soft rustle of leaves was complemented by the singing of birds. Although it hardly made any difference to the sorrow inside the woman's heart. Even the nature today couldn't provide comfort to her child, or if it didn't wanted to.... no one knows.
With tear stained eyes, she glanced at the river, which reflected the blue sky above. She traced her fingers along the tiny face of her child, feeling the warmth of attachment. It stirred and tried to lean closer, as if wishing for her to please not let go.
As the sunlight broke through the fog, caressing the child as if in blessings, the mother whispered a lullaby, her voice trembling as her words carried her emotions through the air. The river flowed on, while the birds continued their chirpings, trees swayed to her melody like feeling her pain. But instead of soothing her, the image of a her child sleeping peacefully in her arms made deeper wounds in her heart.
The woman appeared to be a princess, and the baby was radiant with a sun mark on his forehead. She was crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. A hand tapped her shoulder, causing her to jerk forward in surprise as she turned to see who it was.
Pritha (Kunti) was the daughter of Maharaj Kuntibhoj.
When she noticed her maid, Priyamvada, standing there with a worried expression, she felt relieved.
Priyamvada :- Princess, I understand your pain, but we must consider the consequences. Keeping the baby will bring dishonor to your father and the kingdom. It's a difficult decision, but sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good.
Kunti glanced at the infant as she caressed its face with shaky hands.
Kunti :- But Priyamvada, how can I bear to let him go? What if he ends up in the wrong hands? What if he's mistreated or forgotten? I can't live with that guilt.
Priyamvada :- Princess, I share your concerns, but there is hope. If we let the river carry him away, perhaps good hearted people will find him and provide him with a better life than we can offer. Think of it as giving him a chance, a chance for a brighter future.
Kunti :- You truly believe that, Priyamvada? That he might find happiness and a loving family?
Priyamvada:- Yes, Princess. Life has its own way of finding destiny. By letting him go, we open the doors for blessings. Trust in fate and have faith that he will find his rightful path.
Kunti looked at the infant as it slept.
Kunti :- I never thought I would have to make such a heart breaking choice. But, for my father's honor and the future of our kingdom, I must do what is necessary. Help me prepare the basket, Priyamvada. Let's give my son the chance for a better life, even if it means breaking a piece of my heart.
