𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 || 𝘈𝘳𝘋𝘪

12. || 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 ||

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One evening in Hastinapur, the palace grounds were lively with the sounds of the young Kuru princes. The Pandavas and Kauravas were playing together, though their usual rivalry was never far behind. Dusala, the only princess, sat nearby with her friends, contentedly playing with her dolls, while the boys exchanged playful jabs and light-hearted quarrels as they always did.

As the evening deepened, the Pandavas decided to visit their mother, Kunti, in her chambers. They walked in to find her sitting quietly, lost in thought, while Madri sat nearby, observing her with concern. The moment Kunti's sons entered, her expression softened, but something still weighed heavy on her heart.

Madri noticed. "Jiji, is something troubling you?" she asked gently, sensing her co-wife's sadness.

Kunti let out a soft sigh, her gaze distant. "I miss my Yadav family," she confessed quietly. "I didn't have much time with them growing up. I was given away to Kuntibhoj at a young age, and after that, life took its course so quickly. When Kansa imprisoned my father and brother, I was cut off from them completely."

Her voice faltered as she continued, "I didn't even get to greet my brother's child. I've missed out on so much... I long to see them again, to meet Krishna, my nephew, and to be part of the family I left behind."

Her sons listened quietly, their hearts heavy, realizing how much their mother had sacrificed. Madri reached out to comfort her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Perhaps one day soon, you will be reunited with them," Madri said softly, trying to console her. "And Krishna... he will come into your life, I feel it."

Kunti smiled faintly, but the longing in her heart remained. The love she felt for her lost family was strong, and in that moment, even with her beloved sons by her side, a part of her still yearned for the connection she hadb een denied.

Nakul, curious and innocent, tilted his head and asked, "Who is Krishna, Ma?"

Kunti turned to her son, her eyes lighting up a little at the mention of her family. "Krishna is my nephew, the son of my sister Devaki and Vasudev. He is a special boy with a kind heart, and I have heard so many wonderful things about him," she replied, her voice filled with warmth.

"And my brother Nand has also welcomed a newborn girl recently," Kunti added, her excitement growing. "I wish to meet her so much. I've missed so much of my family, and I long to hold my niece in my arms."

Pandu, who had been quietly listening to Kunti's heartfelt words, felt a surge of compassion for his wife. He couldn't bear to see the sadness in her eyes any longer.

"Then let us visit them," he declared firmly. "We will go to Gokul and reunite with your family. It will be good for all of us, especially for you, Kunti."