Amba: A Reincarnation of lust for Love of Bhism

Amba Pursued Parshuram

Story Unfolds :

Two days later when Amba gained her senses she was inside a dark lonely cave. None was around her. She was lying comfortably on a straw bed. But astonishingly she felt no pain. She got up and twisted her right leg in every angle. It seemed alright. She touched her ankle. It was okay too. Suddenly she realized that she was bending on her knees. It meant her ribs were not broken too. What the hell was going on here?!! She was thinking deep in her mind when she heard a rustle from behind. With a jolt she sharply turned back and saw a young maiden in white Saree was entering her room.

"Gurudev (teacher), had been calling you, Devi." She bowed deep to her.

Amba batted her eyelashes repeatedly for sometime. It meant that she was dubious. She was thinking deep.

"Who is your Gurudev?!!" She asked her.

"You will see yourself." The strange girl's curt answer.

"Who are you? Give me your identity. Where am I?" She could not control her curiosity.

"I am Shivanya. Assistant cook here. It is Himalaya. Gurudev's ashram. Come. I am sent to fetch you to him." That girl named Shivanya outstretched her hands to her.

Amba looked at her face intently. She did not see any sign of hesitation or jealousy in it. She decided then and there to follow her. At least she had to know the identity of this Gurudev who had cured her magically.

"Okay." By telling this she got up from her bed and followed Shivanya.

She lost count how many rooms, dark corridors, passageways and pillars she was passing by. They all looked same. Gloomy and dark. The weather was cold and fogy. Only some "Mashals" or lighted big candles were seen hanging in every wall that was trying to lit her path. She was worried now. Where was she?!!! Why so dark here?!!

All of a sudden they reached at the end of a passageway and entered into an open public arena where around 20 young men were practicing with swords. Shivanya bowed to her and went straight to the far end of the arena. She was now talking to an old but athletic bodied man who was in the middle of their conversations was often looking at Amba and nodding his head in agreement of some issues. God knew what they were talking!!!

Amba narrowed her eyes towards his direction. He was a man of 50 with long white beard and mustache. His hair was all white that gave him a look like a sage. But his broad torso, broadest shoulders, strudy legs and strong arms with chiseled bicep and tricep proved him as a warrior. He must be someone special. She realized that instantly. But she even now failed to identify him. It happened often. When you ultimately came at the end of your journey you would hardly ever believe it. It happened with her too. She could not believe that she was in Guru Parashuram's Ashram all by herself.

Shivanya came back to her slowly and signalled her to follow. Amba did as she was told. They reached to that old man whom she was seeing just now from far. Shivanya bowed to him deep and took her leave.

That man was inspecting some sword in his hands. It's blade was sharp and blazing hot. It just now came from it's maker.

"Do you think it is a suitable sword for a warrior, Devi?!!" He asked her as if absentmindedly. But in reality he was testing her ability.

"Yes. The blade looks sharp enough to cut anyone's head in a single stroke. The grip looks strong to hold. Any fighter can hold it easily into his grip."
As a warrior Princess she was quite accustomed with the knowledge of arms, especially swords. It was her mastery in swords for which she was praised in pan India.