Vakṣaṇī Dharmā - Strengthening Dharmā.
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When Mrithika, a girl of the 21st century, runs away from eminent death and danger, gets tangled in an unexpected time travel that takes her 5000 years back in time to the era of the Mahab...
Suryadev decided to retire for the day and bathed Indra's domain in red, resembling the vermillion that was smeared on the hair parting of married women in the Kingdom of Hastinapur.
As the sun set, the entourage of royal women and their maids set forth for the Palace. The cool evening breeze danced around them and filled Mrithika with an unusual sensation. She felt how relaxed and different it was then life at Kalyug. Everyone seemed to be engaged in a rat race back at Kalyug and no one could stop and catch a breath without being trampled on.
It had more of a countryside feel than the busy city life that was more common in the future 5000 yrs later. The vibe here was divine, rich and ancient. Something which Modern India lacks and Mrithika didn't know wether to blame the constant invasions or the wannabe mindset of the people to blindly follow the west.
Even in the genres of history, she preferred Ancient Indian over the others. Mainly because they didn't pass the vibe check or were too whitewashed.
The crowd in the dusty but clean streets parted away like the Red Sea for the royal women. The citizens looked at Pritha in awe for her selfless act of raising her five sons into renowned warriors and being the first wife of the late king of Hastinapur, Maharaj Pandu.
Some even recognised Mrithika to be the latest addition to the Palace and gawked at her curiously. 'Guess those gossips managed to find their way beyond the palace walls too' Mrithika thought humourlessly as she continued walking despite the stares directed her way.
The evening reflected a golden glow around the surroundings. The architecture was a bit different but similar to the forts, havelis and palaces found in Jodhpur. The Palace of Hastinapur was huge and gave her a nostalgia of the Meherangarh Fort, expect it was not situated atop a hill.
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"Devi, Devi", a croaked voice called out to her making her turn to it's source. A bedraggled man who seemed to be in his mid- twenties , looked up at her with pleading look and continued, "please spare some alms. I've been hungry for nearly five days"
Mrithika had an uneasy look upon her face and it wasn't any better when she saw everyone staring at her expectantly. She wasn't sure if people had heard how awful Kalyug was with equally merciless and Adharmic beings. She sighed and reached out for the sacrament that she placed in a wooden basket along with the other worship material when Kunti stopped her.
"Putri, it's not wise to give your sacrament after worship. Your prayers will be answered to the them, not you", She explained with a grave expression. Mrithika looked helpless at her words. She decided against donating her jewellery since they were a gift from Maharani Gandhari and Kunti and it wasn't like jewellery will help a beggar get his meal without being accused of stealing.
Whispers broke out in the crowd with some eyeing her in a disapproving manner. She cursed her luck and gritted her teeth. She had no money with her either. Even the dasis that accompanied them looked at her condescendingly.
