|| 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐈 || 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧

𝟐|| 𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 ||

Through my life, I get you all
Through you all, I get my soul

"Destruction?" Punching loudly the arm of the throne, the man with the largest crown got up and said in a roaring sound. Curling his hanging cloak around his right arm, thrumming his footsteps boldly he walks over to the pyre pedestal hastily where all the sages were present. "What's this means Maharshi? My daughter will bring destruction!" he deliberated the question. His eyebrows frowned and black orbs were forming enlarged due to a sudden shock.

The sacrificial ground was numb. Everyone with their astonished eyes was glaring at me, from head to toe. And I was still in confusion state, and now another surprise appeared near me. One who called me daughter!

'My father!'

That was a surprise, yet it was a relief too. Till then, only the darkness on my orbs was tattered, but at that point, getting one of the branches of my identity tree, the darkness of my inner self on which I was floating started to clear out. Unknowingly, my feet timidly moved toward him. I stood at his right, lifting my eyes towards his face for expressing regarding me.

"Maharaj" the aged one of that two prime sages turned taking a glance at me. Among the fair wrinkle, white beard cover face of him, his two eyes has a different glow, which was lost in a deep seriousness and his lips were closed but elevated. contrasting the situation, or maybe his behavior too, he showed up a faint smile.

He placed his palm on my father's shoulder. "Who can perish the wish of almighty? If he has planned, then we have to accept." Pointing his fingers at the top sky, he uttered.

My father, looking down towards the floor, remained silent for some time, then, after a few moments later he rose his face.
"I understand Maharshi, let me be that proud father like Himalaya, the way he nurtured Parvati, now it's my blessing I get her." He then turned his face right and looked at me. His tough face had started to elate and the straight lips formed a slight curve. He cupped my face. "Won't you, my putri?"

That touch of my father still enveloped me around my new skin. And would be up to eternity, that touch of affection and my first interaction, with my father. I remained looking at him widening eyes, full with my orbs, unblinkingly.

"The almighty blessed you surely" Upayaj, another chief priest uttered to my father.

"For sure, no doubt" The corner of my father's eyes glittered and I saw two shiny droplets there. His voice too changed. "This divinity does anyone have? Cosmos declared unparallel, then! This prettiness, goddess eyes, palms and this blue appearance like the deep cloud amidst of creation, I won't mind if will spark lightning or roar thunder." He continued, "This daughter of mine, Krishnaa, I am naming her, means the dark. The darkness was like the dawn, announcing the arrival of a new day; A New day of Aryavart. " Announced in a loud voice.

I bowed my head, but he held me. "Don't bow, look straight into my eyes and accept. You are a fire born, let all can visible that fire through your eyes."

His word has deep emphasis which shaped my norms, views, and perspective in a different way. I am sure that the plan of the almighty is perfect, his choice for everyone has a core reason.

All the priests, royals and commoners, everyone lifted their arms and blessed me.

Stepping down from the pyre pedestal, my father first took near that elderly lady. The lady with brownish orbs looking at me with moist eyes. She was biting her lips hardly. I couldn't able to analyse whether she is happy or sad. I again turned to my father. But, he hold that lady putting arms around her shoulder "Prashati, won't you want a daughter, look, your daughter, Krishnaa, now you can adorn her as per you wanted, you can now teach her whatever you want, your penance to fulfill with mine." He said softly to her then said to me clearing my confusion.

"Krishnaa, she is your mother. Call her Ma-" He said again looking at me.

"Ma-" opening my lips, I released my tongue and deep inside a sound emerged out. My first word, my first vocation, for my mother amusing her, I uttered.

She remained looking at me for a few minor moments. Then, suddenly, without giving me any thinking space, she embraced me tightly in her arms. Her palms remained to caress my hands, shoulder, back and hair. "Krishnaa, my daughter!" She exclaimed. "I can't believe this is reality." She pecked my head then gripping my wrist, she pulled me, "come with me".

Maa was overjoyed. My father was just smiling with moist eyes that day.

"Like Maa has forgotten us today" one of the young men spoke from behind with a peal of open laughter. His vocation made me realise he is my brother.

"Ssh, a mother never forgets anyone, but, from today your sister is special to me." My mother turned her head replied and again started walking by holding my hand.

"And what about your newborn son?" My father called again. But this time she replied without turning. "You bring him, won't father pay some responsibility."

Everyone laughed then. Me too, Maa's words were quite jolly and her fine voice used to give a melodious tone. Her voice was the most melodious I have ever heard. She was my captivation or my idol. But, among that fun again confusion pokes me, "newborn son? My twin then! Who?" I asked.

"I am, Krishnaa" the deep manly voice came from my back. "Accept my love and blessings."

I turned back. That man with golden armor and brown hair is standing. His thin lips were curved with a soft smile of affection. I joined my palms again and nod my head, giving the same elevation of my lips.

"Myself Dhritadyumna" he introduced to me. "Your twin brother. Along with all brothers, I will too in vow to be with you, protect you." He said.

Something that melted me. There was a depth in his eye that had appeared, for which I was getting relief, like the shade of a tree in the scorching sun. Later, I understood, that was termed as trust.

"I too will" my voice was automatic, in a reflex.

"So as we too" more number of male voices came, amusing me. And rotating my eyes I found two more of my brothers.

"I am Uttamauja"

"I am Yudhamanyu, the eldest."

I smiled at all of them, and all three, embraced me, together. That envelope of affection I felt, I could recall throughout my whole life, but, time deforms everything, I wish I could know that from first.

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