At the age of Mahabharata, there was a small but independent state named Manipur whose king Chitravahan wanted a prince for himself. He then worshipped Lord Shiva and got a girl. According to Mahadev's order and his own desire, he rared her as a boy...
These were the noises reinging the silent valley of the final battlefield.
Both of their swords clashed with each other in fierce forces. Sometime one's sword touched another's neck but at the nick of the time the attacks were dodged.
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Babrubahan with Sword Poundak
Arjuna's swords touched Babru's neck and shoulders and wounded him too deeply. But the boy was not giving up. He was using his full force to win the game.
Arjuna was appreciating his courage and bravery in mind. Surely some great mother had gave birth to this fearless boy. He did not know that this boy's mother was wellknown to him.
He was slightly absentminded when the boy attacked him furiously. He put a pressure on his left wrist to make a deep cut on his opponent's thigh. It touched him and blood started to pour down but his enemy did not even wince a bit. Babru's smile was disappering as it was clear in his own mind that his opponent was smashing all of his attacks with a smile and he was truly a fearsome warrior, unlike that arrogant massive Bheem or the proudest spolied Brishaketu.
Arjuna looked at his wound at thigh and a smile spread on his face. He looked amused. Just amused. Nothing else. He did not feel pain a bit. His heart was already bleeding heavily. This amount of agony was futile to him.
Babru attacked him with both of the swords lifting over his head. By the slightest twist of his both writsts, Arjuna made them both fly on the air. Babrubahan was armless. But just for a second. In the very next second he jumped to the tree-trank to lift his bow. He took his bow and waved it to the sky.
"Take your bow. I need you to fight with me." He yelled aloud.
His father smiled at him. He felt so sorry for him. This balak (boy) did not know that till now none could be able to win over Gandiv-dhari (with bow) Arjuna. Not even Pitamaha Bhisma. Not Guru Drona. Not brother Karna.
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Arjunawith Gandiv & AKSHAY
He turned slighty and then jumped to his own chariot to lift Gandiv. By lifting it in his hands, he pulled out the string. The loudest sound emerged from it delivered a fatal blow to the nature. But Babru stood emotionless and rigid. He was hurt and bloodied yet standing tall in front of his foe.
