An Echoing Silence ✅

Curse of a Mother -1

As Arjuna and Shikhandini turned to leave the battlefield, a haunting voice filled the air. It was the voice of Ganga, the mother of Bhishma, who had been watching over the battle from the heavens above. In her sorrow and anger at the death of her son, she cursed Arjuna with a chilling prophecy.

"Arjuna, you may have ended my son's suffering, but know this - one day, you will face a similar fate at the hands of your own son. Just as you have slain Bhishma in battle, so too shall your end come at the hands of your own blood. The cycle of violence and death will continue, and you will pay the ultimate price for your actions."

Arjuna's heart sank at the weight of Ganga's curse, and he knew that he could not escape his fate. Despite the love and bond he shared with his son, he could not shake the feeling of impending doom that now hung over him.

Shikhandini, sensing his turmoil, stood by his side and offered words of comfort. "Arjuna, do not despair. We cannot change the future, but we can choose how we face it. Remember the teachings of Krishna and Pitamah,you are preserver of Dharma.".

Arjuna felt a chill run down his spine, as if a powerful presence had descended upon them. And then, a voice, soft yet commanding, filled the air. "Arjuna, son of Pandu," it spoke, "I am Ganga, the mother of Bhishma. And I bring forth a curse upon you." Arjuna's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening in realization of the gravity of the situation.

Krishna stood by his side, his expression solemn yet reassuring. Ganga continued, her voice echoing with sorrow and determination, "For the pain and suffering that my son endured at your hands, I curse you, Arjuna. Just as Bhishma fell to your arrows, you shall meet a similar fate at the hands of your own flesh and blood."

Arjuna's breath caught in his throat, the weight of Ganga's words sinking deep into his soul. He fell to his knees, a mix of fear and acceptance washing over him. "Pitamahi Ganga," he whispered, his voice filled with remorse, "I understand the gravity of my actions and I am ready to face your curse in my lifetime".

Ganga's presence faded, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to suffocate the very air around them. Arjuna rose slowly to his feet, his mind reeling with the weight of the curse that now hung over his head like a dark cloud.

Krishna placed a comforting hand on Arjuna's shoulder, his eyes filled with understanding. "Arjuna, do not despair," he said softly. "Ganga's curse may be powerful, but remember, you are a warrior of great skill and courage. You have faced countless challenges before, and you will face this one with the same strength and determination."

Arjuna nodded, his jaw set in determination. "I will not let fear rule me, Krishna," he declared. "I will face whatever comes my way with bravery and honor."

And so, as the sun set over the battlefield of Kurukshetra, Arjuna stood tall and resolute, ready to face his destiny, no matter how grim it may be. For he knew that the true test of a warrior was not in avoiding challenges, but in facing them head-on with unwavering courage and conviction. And with Krishna by his side, Arjuna was ready to meet whatever comes his way.

As the dust settled on the battlefield of Kurukshetra and the cries of fallen warriors filled the air, Arjuna stood amidst the chaos, his heart heavy with the weight of his actions. The curse of Ganga still lingered in his mind, a constant reminder of the great sin he had committed in slaying his own grandfather, Pitamah Bhishma.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a crimson glow over the battlefield, Arjuna's thoughts turned to his ancestors, his father, and all those who had come before him. He knew that he would have to face them in the afterlife, to answer for the bloodshed and destruction he had wrought in the name of duty and honor.

"Father, forgive me," Arjuna whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of battle. "I have strayed from the path of righteousness, I have stained our family name with my actions. How will I face you in the afterlife, knowing the blood of our kin stains my hands?"

Tears welled up in Arjuna's eyes as he bowed his head in shame and sorrow. But even in his darkest moment, a sense of resolve began to stir within him. He knew that he could not undo the past, but he could strive to make amends in the present and pave a path of redemption for his future.

With a heavy heart and a determined spirit, Arjuna made a silent vow to honor his ancestors by living a life of virtue, compassion, and humility.

"I will carry the weight of my sins with me, but I will also carry the lessons learned from them," Arjuna vowed, his voice filled with determination. "I will strive to be a beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness, to be a warrior of righteousness and a protector of the innocent. I may have faltered, but I will rise again, stronger and wiser than before."

As he stood there, surrounded by the echoes of battle and the spirits of the fallen, Arjuna felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he also knew that he would not walk it alone.

With the blessings of his ancestors and the strength of his own heart, Arjuna took his first step towards a future filled with hope, redemption, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.