|| श्री ||
|| Om Namo Bhagwate Vasudevaya ||
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YADUVANSHAM ~ THE DEITIES IN DISGUISE
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• We are not perfect, we are united •
To protect and uphold Dharma in the era of Dwapara, Shri Hari Narayana descended himself as the Lord of Dwaraka. But as...
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No wait. It wasn't Krishna, but a youth, resembling like Krishna. The very same long arms, broad shoulders, petal like eyes, staunch chest and even a smile, though it was calm and serene, unlike Krishna's mischievous one.
If he had seen the teenage version of his uncle, then he would look the same like this youth. No, it wasn't his Uncle Krishna. Similar to him, more than Bhanu, less than Samba. Perhaps the theory of seven doppelgangers of a person wandering in different parts of the earth was true.
Abhimanyu paused. He scanned the person from head to toe carefully, focusing more on the smile. It look genuine to him. That smile made his demeanour look friendly. He thought for a while and finally decided to ask for help.
"Umm, hello."
The youth immediately turned around. His expressions were enough to tell how astonished he looked to see a boy of three roaming in the forests. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who are you kid?"
"Don call me that!" the youth looked amused when Abhimanyu snapped at him in a very angry tone.
"Who are you, SIR?" was the re-correction. Abhimanyu frowned at the stress on 'Sir'.
"Pince."
"Okay. Who are you PRINCE?" re-correction again. He knelt down to meet Abhimanyu's height. The young boy couldn't help but like this youth, who still didn't lose his smile. But strangers couldn't be trusted.
"Abhi."
"That's a name?"
"Yeah."
"From?"
"Indlapalsth."
"Sorry?" The youth looked as though he had never heard kid speak. Abhimanyu missed Krishna the most at this time. He was a pro at translating any language to exist, even baby language. Not everyone, back at home, could understand as well as Krishna.
"Indlaplasth." Abhimanyu repeated. The youth fell in the trench of thoughts. He started to recollect all the names all Kingdoms and great cities in Aryavarta with the names resembling to 'Indlaplasth'. It took him some time but he finally got it.
"Indrapratha?"
"Ya. But now, I am in Dwalka."
"Dwaraka?" the youth didn't take time to understand this one.
"Ya ya."
"The son of?" he asked again. Abhimanyu could see his eyes widen in excitement. Was he expecting him? Waiting for the boy to take him away and ask for the ransom. But he didn't look like her kidnapper. Even if his face was ignored, but his eyes. Eyes are the reflection of the heart, Krishna would say. His eyes were filled with purity, like Rukmini.
"Pincess Subhadla and Pince Arjuna."
Abhimanyu took a few steps back. The youth looked like he would have hugged him any moment. His faced displayed optimism. He got up and stared at the skies, as if he were thanking them for sending Abhimanyu as his guide. He wasn't lost somewhere. He was in the right direction. His journey was finally over!
