"....and in time
The girl no longer
Believed in wishes
But still
She mad one last wish :
She wished for the ability to accept
All that had happened .. '
Mother , where is my father ? asked a 3 year old boy as he found his brothers playing with their father's
He will come soon my son , when the right time comes replied the female voice trying best to mask her emotions
Ok mother , bye i am going he waved his hands and went back to play with his brothers
Subhadra leaned to the pillar watching her son disappearing to the blue . The poor lad doesn't know that this soon will be after thirteen years only .
Hy Lord , give my son the ability to accept all that had happened . The helpless mother prayed to the lord of universe hoping that he would answer her prayers
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.The tale of a young warrior whose emotions remained unsung in the pages of history . A tale retold through another set of eyes .
Imagine all the people you meet in your life. There are so many. They come in like waves, trickling in and out with the tide. Some waves are much bigger and make more of an impact than others. Sometimes the waves bring with them things from deep in the bottom of the sea and they leave those things tossed onto the shore. Imprints against the grains of sand that prove the waves had once been there, long after the tide recedes.
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Chandreya Akhyanam- The moon of Mokshapuri
Historical FictionAbhimanyu the only child of Arjuna and Subhadra was the greatest warrior of all time . He grew under the shade of his mother's love, the greatest inspiration of his life , the puzzling words of his uncle krishna whom he admired a lot , the unadult...
