Mahabharat - The Changed Fate

Chapter 8 : The Storm

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Location: Temple, Mithila outskirts

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the verdant landscape surrounding the temple at the outskirts of Mithila. The fragrance of blooming flowers filled the air, and the gentle rustle of leaves whispered secrets among themselves. Inside the temple, Maharshi Yagnavalkya sat in quiet contemplation, the soft glow of the oil lamps illuminating his serene features. His mind wandered to the upcoming puja, a significant occasion that required utmost devotion and precision.

Just then, the peaceful silence was interrupted by a soft, melodic voice.

"Maharshi! My kalash doesn't have water in it; please permit me to fill water in my kalash," Avika requested with a respectful bow. Her eyes sparkled with earnestness, reflecting her unwavering dedication to the rituals that honored the divine.

"Sure, putri!" Maharshi Yagnavalkya replied, his voice gentle yet authoritative. He admired Avika's commitment and the purity of her heart, traits that made her the favored daughter of the earth.

As Avika stepped outside the temple premises, her heart felt light with the anticipation of fulfilling her sacred duty. However, the Maharshi suddenly recalled an essential item for the puja.

"Putri Avika, I forgot to bring hibiscus flowers for the puja. Please give me that water kalash, and I will go and bring water. You can fetch the hibiscus flowers," he instructed, his tone laced with a hint of urgency. It was evident that he felt a deep responsibility to ensure everything was perfect for the divine ceremony.

"Ji, Maharshi!" Avika replied dutifully and handed him the kalash, sensing his underlying fatigue from the fever that had plagued him recently.

As they walked together, Avika noticed her sister, Draupadi, entering the temple. Her heart swelled with affection for her sister, and a thought crossed her mind.

"Maharshi! Since my sister Draupadi has arrived, why should you burden yourself with the journey to the river? I will ask Draupadi to bring the water instead," Avika suggested, always concerned about Maharshi Yagnavalkya's well-being. She knew he had come to the palace and the temple primarily for her.

"Okay, putri!" the Maharshi agreed, handing the kalash back to Avika with a proud smile.

"Jiji!" Draupadi exclaimed joyfully, embracing Avika as she entered the temple. Her bright eyes sparkled with happiness, and her enthusiasm was infectious.

"Draupadi! Will you please help me by bringing water in this kalash from the river?" Avika asked, her voice filled with hope.

"Of course, Jiji! Come, let's go!" Draupadi responded excitedly, taking Avika's hand and leading her out of the temple.

As the two sisters strolled through the enchanting forest that bordered Mithila, they engaged in playful banter, the laughter echoing amidst the trees.

"Jiji, did you notice how the weather is so abnormal today?" Draupadi asked, her brow furrowed with concern. The unusually dark clouds looming overhead made her uneasy.