Pandu eagerly unfolded the letter sent by his son who had departed for Hastinapur several weeks ago while seated on a rock. As he delved into the contents, his countenance shifted from curiosity to intense concern.
Observing her husband's profound expression, Kunti, who had been strolling nearby, inquired urgently, "Arya, is everything all right? Has something occurred ?"
Pandu, his mind consumed by the letter's message, responded without hesitation explained, " Yudhishthir's letter arrived, and he expressed his inability to match Karna in any skill whose prowess with weapons was unmatched . He doubts his capability to rule when faced with someone as supremely skilled as Karna."
Pandu continued " Yudhishthir questioned whether he could truly fulfill his destiny as a king when he felt inferior to someone as formidable as Karna "
Upon comprehending the reason for her husband's intense demeanor, Kunti expressed her concern, saying , "Arya, if Yudhishthir has lost his confidence, how can he be a king?"
Pandu responded with determination, "I will craft a letter to Yudhishthir, urging him not to lose hope and encouraging him to persist in his training. However, considering your pregnancy, we must wait until our second son is born before we can return to Hastinapur ."
Kunti nodded in agreement, understanding the necessity of the decision.
Unbeknownst to them, Madri, who had been concealed behind the thick foliage, let out a heavy sigh. Her thoughts echoed with concerns about her own future. She had envisioned a life of regal splendor as the queen of Hastinapur, but instead, she found herself dwelling in the heart of the forest, far removed from that dream.
Madri's apprehensions extended beyond Yudhishthir's potential to become a king.
She understood that even if he were to attain respect and recognition, eventually ascending to the throne, she would forever be identified as the wife of an exiled king not the mother of a King, as Yudhishthir was not her own son. This realization weighed heavily on her, for she yearned not just for motherhood but also to hold the esteemed status of being the mother of a reigning monarch.In the shadow of the forest, Madri's heart yearned for a future where her dreams of motherhood and queenship could be realized.
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Yudhishthir, upon receiving the letter from his father, understood the importance of continuing his training alongside Karna. Despite his initial feelings of inferiority, he persevered and gradually improved his skills day by day.
Karna, equally committed to self-improvement, dedicated himself to learning various disciplines and honing his abilities with a wide array of weapons, even though archery remained his favorite.
As several months passed, the news arrived that the second son of Dhritarashtra was on the verge of being born. Dhritarashtra and Gandhari, accompanied by Satyavati, had journeyed to a cave for this significant event.
Karna, excited about the impending arrival of his younger brother, felt a strong desire to contribute something meaningful. He recalled that during his own birth, the palace had witnessed generous donations of gold, with the belief that it would ensure his health and well-being. Inspired by this tradition and wanting to ensure his brother's well-being, Karna decided to make a similar donation, hoping it would bring health and safety to the newest member of their family.
Karna, determined to fulfill his wish to donate for the well-being of the new baby, sought out his beloved grandfather, Bhisma. After searching throughout the palace, he finally found Bhisma in his chamber, engrossed in some scrolls and paperwork.
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