"The fragments which are unseen can never be underestimated," ~Author
A protagonist can only narrate his/ her story the best. Beholder of a certain existence could explain with what he or she was bestowed.
Subhadra was a person in her own more than...
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I had received many news, making changes in my life. This time the news wasn't pleasant one, and the new was Pandav prince Arjun had to go on an exile of twelve long years for entering into chamber of queen Draupadi who was common wife of his and his brothers when she was sharing a private moment with jyeshth Yudhishthir.
The news made everyone in my family sad unlike the fake news of aunt kunti being burnt alive with her sons.
After his departure bhratashri had gone Indraprastha a few times to console his family and to help in some administrative matters. Bhratashri and his suggestions are too respected there, and the other reason is prince Arjun who thought unlike bhratashri in his absence was absent at there.
Returning Dwarka, bhratashri had to look after the administrative matters of here too. Hence, his outing had reduced my time with him. It wasn't like that we didn't sit with each other, but we didn't get time to sit for any convenient chit chat, just he and I with care and cheers.
Once, at early hours of night he came to me when I was turning down pages of a book. Earlier, either my brothers or sisters in law used to make me sleep, but I didn't like to bother them, obviously after witnessing so much changes around me. Changes were growing up so was I.
I made a habit of sleeping after reading books, especially historical books. Visiting ancient world through story telling was indeed a solace.
"Would you like me to join your journey?" He initiated the conversation with a so suitable approach.
"You had completed this journey. I mean you know this story of king Manu," I closed the book to look at him.
"Are you upset with me, Gudiya?" Even though I didn't sound like that yet he had brought this questions with him while coming to me.
"Shouldn't I be?" I gave a look, justifying my right of being upset.
"Actually, Indraprastha is a nation in making. Many matters are there to look after, and they need me for guidance. Moreover, jyeshth Yudhishthir and Draupadi are in guilt assuming themselves as reason of Parth's exile. They both need to be cheered up too. So........," he took a pause noticing no change in my previous look.
"So, what? Have you taken the whole responsibility of thinking everyone except yourself? Have you looked at yourself? You definitely don't have any sense of responsibility towards yourself, do you?" His innocent look compelled me to act like Yashoda maiya who used to scold him for being late at reaching home after playing with friends.
"Why are you looking at me like this? Don't think that I am going to melt over this innocent look of yours, Kanha. Don't call me for anything. Don't ask me anything. Go to them who are dearer to you more than me," adding a finishing touch to my acting, I threw a stern gaze at him.
"Please forgive me, Maiya. I am your beloved Kanha, right?" He too got into the acting.
How sweet the word maiya sounded from him! The sweetness was really tough to resist. Exercising a strict control on myself, I suppressed the smile of admiration ready to come on my lips.
"No, not this time, Kanha. Till the time I don't notice any sign of being obedient in you, I won't be convinced," maintaining my expression, I acted like a strict mother.
"Do you want me to change, Maiya?" He intended to change my mind with more of his innocent look.
"You have already been changed. You aren't the same Kanha of Vrindavan," suddenly, the fact slipped from my mouth putting an end to our cherished acting.
"That's true. I am someone different for them," he sighed, mixing seriousness in the air around.
"Even, the brother sitting near me seems someone different to me when he gets too dedicated for greater good. You have been dedicated for greater good since your birth, but this time it's different," I moved to sit closer to him.
"I feel change in between the brother I knew before and the brother I know now, but I am happy," I had found my happiness in the cycle of change.
I held his hand in mine wondering how long it had been when we both sat like that. He and I, lots of things to share, lots of feelings to convey, lots of gestures to exchange, everything had been on a long break.
"I am happy to have a portion of your personality exclusively in my name unlike people of Vrindavan have for themselves. It's the best I have got in this prevailing time of greater good," I knew that he couldn't be the one to anyone what he was to me from my birth to the point where change came into the boundaries of our lives.
"Even though the least yet I was expecting you to be mad at me. I am no less happy than you after knowing You will preserve a portion of my personality which will be my peace of each time whenever I need something for myself," he placed his other hand on mine making his happiness get a hold on my skin as a pleasant shiver.
He too needed something for himself while guiding the greater good all the time, and I was determined to get that for him.
"I love you, my little preserver!" As expected, I got a happy hug from him.
"I too love my naughty Kanha," out of blue, I spoke like Yashoda maiya, earning a soft chuckle from him.
Year after year passed with the cause of greater good and the cheers of great days of my life with my family, making the count nearly twelve years.
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So readers, here's the next part.
Now questions.
(1) Any fact did you like here?
(2) Any gesture to be commented?
(3) Any guess or expectation for next?
LAXMIPATI SHRI NARAYAN, please accept the positivity of my this work as an offering to you in name of all wellbeing of my LIFELINE.
