✓ Narottam Arjun: Soul of the Sage

f o u r - t h r e a d

The sun rose like always, the birds danced and sang around happily. And why not, the divine rhythm of Kanha's flute with words of Vrinda.

Arjun, the elder son of Radha woke up early. He came home late last night and his mother informed that Vrinda was already home. And he was excited to meet her.

The smile on Arjun's lips was just stuck, there was no way that his smile would disappear today. But not everything is in destiny, is it?

He walked to Mahadev's temple to pray to the Lord for his family's wellbeing. Dressed in simple white dhoti, adorned with silver jewelry, and without an ounce of attitude, he walked in.

He bent down in the front of the Lord, he saw the spitting image of Shankar in the Shivling, a smile on his face. "Om Namah Shivay," He began his prayers.

What a great way to start a day, with the blessings of Mahadev, positivity around.

When Arjun stood up to walk out, he bumped into someone or something hard, with that something hard hitting his face, he lost his balance and fell down on the floor.

He turned to look up and saw the son of Suryadev with his golden armour. The armour appeared whenever he was danger.

Arjun got up immediately, "I am sorry, I was just turning around,....." But Arjun was stopped in midway by Karn's younger brother, "For how many things Sut Putr?" Nakul spoke, the disgust in his voice evident.

"Yes, for many things, and few of them are, to defeat your brother in a fair duel. I am so sorry that your brother isn't qualified much to stand against me, even with his divine armour and Royal status,"

One thing about Arjun, he was sassy. And you think that you could insult him without him on fault, oh how wrong are you?

"Nakul, do not do that, some people aren't worth your time, let's go," Karn said, and walked away with Nakul behind him.

Understanding that saying a word now would cause unnecessary chaos, Arjun let go and moved towards the front. Shaking his head at childishness of these Princes.

As he was walking out, he saw a middle aged woman, draped in white, entering the temple with two plates in either of her hands, while also managing to hold the pallu of saree.

He skipped a step and rushed to her, "Maa, let me help you," he said. But the woman looked back in surprise, tears lining her eyes. Arjun felt some sort of familiarity with her.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, her tears hurt him more than the words of those Arrogant Princes. "Nothing son, it's just when you called me mother, I felt immense happiness, those are tears of joy," She added.

"If it so, then I shall always call you Maa," Arjun replied, taking both plates from hand, "Allow me," The woman nodded.

As they entered the temple GarbGrih, the woman insisted that she would walk in alone, but Arjun was Arjun.

He would anyways walked with her to the main Gabara, and now that he called her mother, how could leave her?

"My sons will there, they will help me," She said, fearing what her five sons would say seeing her taking help from him.

Arjun hadn't identified the woman nor asked for it. But had he knows that she was the mother of the five Pandavas, he wouldn't have not helped her. He would still have walked up to the temple with her.

"Mata," Arjun heard and in split of second someone pulled the woman away and pushed him on the ground. The plate with the pious samagru went straight on the ground, crashing on the Rocky surface.