Short Stories Anthology

The Curse Of Gandhari

1. My First Attempt:

"O Krishna, epitome of divine radiance, I curse thee in the essence of a thousand fiery sunsets, for thou hast stood by and watched the sacred rivers of my life run dry. With an all-knowing gaze and a heart that masked celestial secrets, thou played the puppeteer, manipulating destiny's delicate strings, casting me as a pawn in thy grand cosmic design.

Hear now the echoes of my sorrow, as I invoke the cosmic forces to intertwine thy fate with the pain I have borne. As surely as the moon wanes and the tides recede, I beseech the universe to orchestrate a symphony of tribulations that shall befall thee and thine, generation after generation.

May thy beloved city of Dwarka, a beacon of opulence and prosperity, crumble beneath the weight of chaos and despair. Let the sea reclaim its dominion, swallowing the very foundations of thy kingdom, until naught remains but whispers of ancient glory. May thy kinsmen, dear as brothers, turn against each other, their hearts consumed by envy and treachery, a testament to the frailty of mortal bonds.

And thou, O Krishna, bearer of celestial weapons and harbinger of invincibility, shall witness thy strength diminish. May thy invulnerable form be pierced by the arrows of mortals, each wound a reminder of my sons' blood spilled upon the battlefield, an eternal stain upon thy divine existence. Let the heavens weep and the earth tremble as the weight of thy sins settles upon thy shoulders.

Yet, O Krishna, let it be known that this curse, woven with my tears and forged by my shattered dreams, shall not be eternal. For in the depths of my heart, there lies a flicker of compassion, a flame that seeks solace in forgiveness. When the cycle of suffering is complete and thy mortal incarnation comes to pass, redemption shall be thy salvation.

Thus, I curse thee, O Krishna, in a tapestry of anguish and fervor, entwined with the threads of fate. May thy divine existence be marred by the repercussions of thy actions, until the day dawns when thou shalt find redemption and embrace the wisdom of forgiveness."

2. My Second Attempt:

"O Krishna, divine charioteer of the world, bearer of cosmic harmony, hear my woeful plea! Just as the fragrant blossoms of Kurus withered, their laughter silenced in the embrace of death, so shall the fate of your cherished kin be sealed.

As the women of Kurus wailed and shed rivers of tears, their voices blending with the desolate wind, let the women of Yadvas share in their lamentation. May their tears cascade like an endless downpour, as the universe bears witness to their anguished cries.

Behold, the mighty city of Hastinapur, once resplendent with opulence, is swallowed by a tempestuous sea of sorrow. Its walls and fortresses, adorned with grandeur, have crumble beneath the weight of grief. Let the world be steeped in their sorrow, as their cries echo through time.

But know this, Krishna, harbinger of divine light, the ocean of fate knows no bounds. Thus, with a heavy heart, I decree that the city of Dwarka, your divine abode, shall share a similar fate. Like a titan rising from the depths, the ocean shall reclaim its dominion, swallowing your beloved Dwarka beneath its relentless waves.

As the world witnesses the rise and fall of kingdoms, let the curse unfold, entwining the destinies of Kurus and Yadavas. May their sorrows intertwine like the threads of an eternal tapestry, a testament to the fleeting nature of mortal existence.