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...
The sun was shining brilliantly in the clear blue sky, casting a warm and comforting glow over the land as it often did on such serene mornings. Birds filled the air with their cheerful melodies, flitting joyfully between the branches of the lush green trees. A gentle, cool breeze swept through the morning atmosphere, adding a touch of refreshing chill that made the weather exceedingly pleasant.
In this idyllic setting, a beautifully adorned palki, ornately decorated with intricate designs and vibrant colors, slowly made its way along the bustling road. It was flanked on all sides by a large contingent of soldiers, their armor glinting in the sunlight, as they escorted this important vehicle towards its destination. As the palki approached the magnificent palace of Hastinapur, its grandeur and architectural splendor became more evident, standing as a testament to its illustrious past and present significance. With a measured halt, the palki stopped gracefully at the grand entrance, drawing the attention of all who beheld it.
From within the palki emerged Jhanvi and Subhadra, their presence exuding an aura of elegance and grace as they stepped down onto the cobblestone pathway. Together, they walked towards the imposing gates of the palace, where they were met with open arms and warm smiles by the esteemed figures of Gandhari, Dhritrashtra, Bhism, Vidur, Kunti, and many others who had gathered to receive them. Gandhari, adorned in her regal attire, performed the welcoming aarti, waving the decorative lamp in small ceremonial circles before the guests.
With gratitude and respect, both Jhanvi and Subhadra bent down to touch Gandhari's feet. Their gesture was met with a fond smile and a silent blessing, completing the heartfelt welcome that marked the beginning of their stay at the illustrious palace of Hastinapur.
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Gandhari gently placed her palm on Jhanvi's head, a gesture of affection and blessing, which brought a lively and warm smile to Jhanvi's face. She warmly said,
Gandhari :- Always remain happy and blessed, my dear. Welcome to Hastinapur! I truly hope your journey here was free of any troubles.
Jhanvi responded with respect,
Jhanvi :- No, Maharani, we faced no trouble at all. We are delighted to be here and to finally meet our dear friend, Dushala.
With a kind smile, Gandhari corrected her gently,
Gandhari :- Maharani... no need for such formality. You may call me Badi Maa. Am I not like your mother, after all?
Subhadra, standing beside Jhanvi, nodded in agreement, saying,
Subhadra :- Okay, Badi Maa.
The two of them proceeded to respectfully seek blessings from each of the elders present. When they reached Kunti, they reverently touched her feet, a sign of deep respect and love. Kunti looked at them with eyes filled with affection.
Kunti :- Always be happy, my dear daughters. It brings so much joy to my heart to see you here. You've grown so much since I last saw you, when you were just about 7 or 8 years old. But never mind that, come inside, most of your sakhis have already arrived and are eagerly waiting for you.
