The Mythical Mornings

Strategy

He sat,inside the tent of Sakuni,playing dice. Bet between them. If he losses,he would take a fire bath. And if Sakuni losses he would do the same.

Sakuni smirked. He had made the dices with the bones of his father. He was the winner. He just wanted to keep Vasudev engaged. In the game. So that his darling sister can give the body, indestructible to his dear nephew..

Krishna sat,playing. Slowly and calmly. He was loosing the game. But the smile was forever intact. Because he never played it to win. Neither he played it to lose. He just waited. For time.

If he moved before time,then the snake he had caught by tail would crawl,even with his broken leg,towards the place of his sister's penance. Of course she was offering penance. She was also a sinner in this world. Her sin was much more than anyone else.

When Ved Vyas had stood infront of her,telling her what her sons would bring to the world,she had not paid any heed. Instead she had stood infront of Shiva and cursed him,for being cruel. But she forgot,nothing can be gained out of boon except destruction. Boons are always the seed of destruction.

Even to Kunti. Boons always bring with it vast destruction. Life is as simple as it is. It should be lived as it is. Prayers are way to find peace,to find light in dark nights. Not to destroy. Ravan had boon,Kansa had boon. Shisupal had boon. Kauravas were fruits of boon, Karna and Pandavas were also born out of boon..

But at times it was needed. The boons meant fall of Godheads. The end of a Kalpa was drawing near. Vasudev could see it. But he remained silent..

The loosing game he was playing had reached the last stage. Sakuni's grin was getting bigger and bigger..

"Mama Shri..I forgot to tell you this. Before meeting you here,I met Bhrata Duryodhana"Vasudev said with a smile.

The smile on the face of Sakuni stilled..

His mouth began to spew bitter words.

And leaving the game,he began running towards the door. And holding the dice,Krishna smiled,crushing it..

But the game was over. Duryodhana had gone in,wearing something infront of his mother,leaving a vulnerable spot.

But Sakuni was Sakuni. He had already felt,it won't be so easy. So he had already called for Balram.

The Avatar of Shesh Naag stood infront of his Kanha,taking a promise,to not interfere in the last game.

Kanha could only accept. Afterall,it was his dear elder brother.

Soon the fight started. And Bheem was almost beaten to death by Duryodhan. Afterall he was the disciple of great Balram. Krishna could only stand quitely,watching..

Bheem lied,almost dead,in the puddle of his own blood. His eyes helpless. Then Krishna looked at Arjun. He started talking. About how Draupadi was married,how Indraprastha was made. Then he came to the topic of Kuru Sabha. And stopped at the moment,where Duryodhan called for Panchali to sit on his lap..

Then again continued. But Bheem got the hint. He had killed Jarasandh before,with Vasudev. So,he could catch the hint.

Soon,he woke up. And this time, Duryodhan lied,with his broken thigh. Balram could only nod his head in no. This naughty Kanha was too much..

Kanha just smiled sweetly..

But the moment his eyes carried sadness.

He had told his Sakhi. None of her children would live. And it seemed,she had protected them well,after the demise of Abhimanyu. But that would end.

As the evening settled down. The criss of Draupadi and Subhadra rang out. Aswathama had sneaked in and killed the last lamps of Kurus. Duryodhana died with that..

And Shree Krishna used all his good Karma to save the last remain,the unborn of Abhimanyu and Uttara,Pariskhit..

In that,he willinging gave away his own life..

The curse of Gandhari,to accept it,he had to give away the good karma he had. Otherwise no curse would have acted on him. And again in some years,Yadus would have done the same,or even more..

After the crowning ceremony,tainted with tears of Gandhari and all the widows of Kuru clan,he left for Dwaraka..

The magical kingdom of Dwarika,he looked at it with tired eyes. Who to tell. Even the children playing around were just Maya of Mayadhar. He had never touched an woman. Not even the so called eight wives.

Except those women, everything was Maya. And without him,it would all crumble. So he just took the curse from Gandhari. To let her vent.

He looked at the women,vainly lost somewhere. There was everything in Dwaraka. From wisdom to knowledge. But nothing affected them.

It seemed,their fate was till then. He felt tired. Looking at his Dau.

The ending of the scene was close. Balram could feel the sadness within.