It is the sixth story of the Karna Series. Long ago a girl born out of her loving parents, Dau Balram and his wife Rebati. Her mother hailed from Satya Yug whose father discovered a suitable groom for his only daughter in Dwapar Yug, in the elder si...
At the Royal medical tent: At midnight:of 12th day:
One boy was sleeping peacefully in his bed. He was dreaming something that brought a huge smile in his face. He was badly wounded yet he won the battle. He proved his excellence over his opponents. Might be that was the reason of his satisfaction. He did not notice that a beautiful lady was sitting at his bed front and now was looking at him in soft eyes. She was informed about his injury. She had came to meet him. Let me try to introduce her to all. She was Devi Uruvi, "Choti Ma" or little mother of this boy.
The lady leaned over his face. She had a soft smile on her beautiful face. She was so happy to see him safe and sound. She was roaming in battlefield to nurture the injured and wounded army members who was in dire need of her medicinal knoweldge. She had no idea that her Vrish, Her eldest son, needed her aid too. She ran to meet him then and there. She was petrified for him.
"Putra!!!" She had called for the boy in whispering tone. Her voice was now dripping with emotions.
He did not hear her voice. He was now sleeping happily.
She ran her right palm lovingly on his black hair. And looked at him in soft eyes.
He took the palm in his fist and with a sigh slept again. He, even in his sleep, recognized the touch of his mother.
Her big hazel almond shaped eyes were glowing in tears. She was just some years elder than him. It was him who was not happy by the union of his father Karna and this little mother Uruvi. But he looked at peace while clutching her hand. As a loyal son of hers. He had changed a lot!!! He had matured a lot!!!
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Devi Basavi Uruvi (Vrish's Choti Ma & last wife of Karna)
She bit her lips to control her tears. She could not see him in this way. In the war his thighs were injured. She wanted to inform Vatsyla, his young wife. Yet she did not want to alarm that girl a bit. She put on some kind of ointment on him that he took with a brave face. It was hurting a bit. she saw him limping around the medical tent. Yet he was behaving bravely. He did not want to scare any of his three mothers. Or his wife. Or even his dear father Karna.
"Vrish!!! Putra!!!" She whispered in soft voice.
"Choti Ma!!" The Boy called for her in even his sleep. He had remembered what she had done for him. To save his life, she donated the life of her own unborn daughter. Padmaja. He was forever under her debt!!! For this benevolence!!!! He was taken birth from Padma. He was saved by Maiya Supriya twice in previous life and in this life. He was given back his life by his Choti Ma Uruvi. Supriya was like his Devki, Padma his Rohini and this girl Uruvi his Yashoda.
She put her left palm over her mouth to stop herself from crying. Her heart was breaking up in pieces.
All of a sudden she sensed someone's presence behind herself. She tuned around and saw her elder sister, Her Jiji, Padmavati, was standing tall just behind her. Her eyes were vacant. Her face was pale. She showed no sign of life.
