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...
In the outskirts of a small village located within Hastinapur, there stood a huge mango tree, its branches were heavy with hanging green and sour mangoes. The sun painted the sky with shades of orange and pink as it continued to rise for the day, showering everything with its warm comforting rays.
Viewing this beautiful scene, a boy, probably four or five years old, stood in front of the mango tree, his eyes narrowed as he gazed at his target. His ears glinted with tiny earrings that swayed with every move he made. Though dressed in everyday clothing, his presence exuded an air of royalty, as if he were a prince.
In his tiny hands, he held a small bow and an arrow, a gift from his uncle who had noticed the curiosity in the young boy's eyes. He had taken to the bow and arrow like a fish to water, showing unique skill and focus for someone so young.
With a grin, he carefully took an arrow and pulled the bowstring, squinting one eye as he took aim at a bunch of mangoes hanging loosely from a thin branch. Taking a deep breath, he confidently released the arrow which flew straight to knock the mangoes off.
The branch holding the mangoes broke with a snap, releasing the fruits. As the mangoes started to fall, the boy quickly dropped the bow. He ran joyfully and with a jump, he stretched his tiny hands and caught the mangoes just before they could fall. He rolled down the ground and scraped his elbow, but he didn't care.
Ignoring the little pain, he got up and dusted his clothes. Then proceeded to hide his bow and arrows in a secret spot only he knew about. Carrying his mangoes, the young boy set off for home, his heart filled with the joy of his achievement.
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Inside their cozy home,
Radha was busy preparing a delicious meal for her family. Her pregnancy had reached five months, and a gentle glow adorned her face as she moved about the kitchen, filled with maternal warmth. Vasusen (Karn) had come as a blessing for her family as their dream of their own child was fulfilled.
Karn :- Radha maa, Radha maa...
Karn's cheerful voice echoed through the house as he entered, his tiny hands cradling the precious mangoes he had managed to gather from his successful expedition. His eyes twinkled with pride as he presented them to his mother
Karn :- Radha maa, now you don't need to be angry on pitashree, I bought you sour mangoes.
Radha chuckled at her son's endearing antics, taking the mangoes from him with a grateful smile. She pulled him into a warm embrace, her arms wrapped lovingly around his small frame. However, as she held him close, she couldn't help but notice the bruise on his elbow.
Radha :- Putr, what happened to you, see how badly you've hurt yourself, come with me immediately.
She took him to the washbasin, where she cleaned his wound with gentle hands and applied soothing medicine before tying a cloth around it for protection.
