Petrichor - Time Travel To Mahabharat Era

9

With the cold Breeze, her white lehenga was flowing like a river. Her lustrous waves were falling on her shoulder, reaching up to her mid waist. She sat down near the idol, joined her hands together, closed her eyes and started singing the song.

Jai ho jai ho shankara
Bholenaath sankara
Aadi dev shankara
Hey shivay shankara
Tere jaap ke bina
Bholenaath sankara
Chale ye saans kis tarah
Hey shivay shankara

Ashwathama just stood there stunned, his eyes and ears never leaving her. He understood that this is the same girl, who sang in the temple nearby the Gurukul.

Mera karam tu hi jaane
Kya bura hai kya bhala
Tere raaste pe main to
Aankh mund ke chala

Arjun wanted to chase the voice again, but was unable to move being dumbstruck. As everyone was enjoying the song, Nakul noticed how his 3rd brother was just awestruck and lost. He signalled his brothers to look at him and they all giggled at him.

Namo namo ji Shankara
Bholenaath Shankara
Jai Triloknaath Sambhu
Hey Sivay Shankara
Namo namo ji Shankara
Bholenaath Shankara
Rudradev hey maheshwara

Ashwathama noticed how the environment changed into a pious one. The girl standing in front of him is singing about his Bholenath like no one has ever sung in the whole aryavart.

Sristhi ke janam se bhi
Pahle tera waas tha
Ye jag rahe ya na rahe
Rahegi teri aastha
Kya samay, Kya pralay
Dono mein teri mahaanta
Mahaanta, mahaanta

The soft breeze has stirred up into a strong wind, as if the Lord himself was elated by her song. The wind made the Princes to halt on their way. 'wow, why does the wind have to come now only?', the Archer thought.

Sipiyon ki onth mein
Bholenaath sankara
Motiya ho jis tarah
Hey shivay shankara
Mere man mein shankara
Bholenaath sankara
Tu basa hai us tarah
Hey shivay shankara

Because of the wind, the flowers which are kept for getting knitted by the priest's wife, flew on air and fell upon her, As if the gods from heaven are showering those flowers on her.

Mujhe bharam tha jo hai
Mera tha kabhi nahi mera
Arth kya nirarth kya
Jo bhi hai sabhi tera
Tere saamne hai jhuka
Mere sir pe haath rakh tera

The princes continued walking anyways as they didn't want to get any late. The three eyed guy saw that a platter full of holy ash, which was kept near the idol, was about to fall on her.

Namo namo ji Shankara
Bholenaath Shankara
Jai Triloknaath Sambhu
Hey Sivay Shankara
Namo namo ji Shankara
Bholenaath Shankara
Rudradev hey maheshwara
Rudradev hey maheshwara
Rudradev hey maheshwara

Ashwathama tried to push the plate back, but accidentally pushed it forward, making the ash fall on her. Just as she opened her eyes, a good amount of ash went inside her eyes, and in no time, she was fully covered in Vibhoothi.

"Wow, Mahadev blessed you Putri!!! These are the ashes directly from the god's idol", Priest said happily. But Vaishnavi was in no position to be happy right now. All she is thinking about is how to get the ashes off her eyes.