In the symphony of love, some melodies linger as haunting echoes, weaving a bittersweet tale of Narayana Rao and Ganga Bai. While the valor of the Marathas is well-known, the Peshwas, residing within the walls of Shanivarvada, harbored untold and in...
It was an as usual evening in Pune. The same hustle bustle of winding up the day's work housed in the main hall. As few more seconds passed gradually the dusk fell on the environment, followed by dark clouds indicating the arrival downpour.
The Peshwa of Marathas, Balaji Baji Rao, who was fondly called as Nanasaheb stood watching the clouds covering the moon with his right arm resting on the shoulder of his eldest son, Vishwasrao.
He, the thirteen-year-old boy, looked up at his father, who had a pleasant smile on his face.
" Aaba, are you feeling happy to see the moon vanishing away from the sky? Soon there will be darkness everywhere," He said.
Nanasaheb smiled looking at Vishwasrao.
" No Vishwa, he is not vanishing. It's just the clouds are covering it. After the clouds move away, moon and it's brilliant light would return. That's what we must learn from it, to keep calm and wait for the chance to shine through the difficulties rather than give up crying. " he said.
Nanasaheb was completely determined to shape his son as the perfect Peshwa for the future. With each and every available moment, he taught him life lessons.
Both of them walked few steps ahead only to receive an emergency message from the servant. Nanasaheb had been summoned by Kashibai immediately.
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When Balaji Baji Rao entered his household, he saw his mother, the former Peshwin bai, Kashibai. She was sitting on a flat couch chanting hymns as the bead string slipped through her fingers now and then. The confused Madhavrao, the second son of Nanasaheb was sitting next to his grandmother quietly.
He looked up to see other ladies of the household moving in and out from his wife's chamber. He calculated the situation; his wife, Gopikabai, is all set to deliver his new child.
Nanasaheb's forehead now displayed the lines of tension. He quietly bowed to his mother and touched her feet. A formal greeting it was.
Kashibai opened her eyes and touched her eldest born's head affectionately. Her calm smile reduced his tension to a great extent.
" Everything will be fine. Sit down, " she said.
Nanasaheb sat on a couch, and Madhavrao soon occupied his laps.
" What happened Maadho?" he asked, brushing his curls away from his forehead.
" Aai " he mumbled hiding his face in his chest.
" She is will be fine. Afterall, you will meet a little Sibling soon" Nanasaheb tried to comfort his son, putting aside his own worry.
Vishwasrao acted bit maturely. Instead of clinging to his father, he joined his grandmother and joined in her prayers.
An hour rolled on. There was no sign of successful delivery. Nanasaheb was worried now.
He sent his sons with the maids after ordering them to put the boys to sleep.
