"You can't fight fate"
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"I don't want you going there Krishna." I told him.
"Draupadi," I held a hand in his direction.
"You know it's not fair. We all know it's not fair Krishna. I'm not letting you go talk peace with them."
"Let's just give them one more chance, just one more chance." he tried to reason with me.
"That day, that miserable day that happened, we only went to give them another chance. That chance was the last. I refuse to give them any more chances Krishna." I turned my head away. How could my husbands allow this? How could they after all that had happened?
"Draupadi, look at me." I turned in his direction. "I know this is unfair. It will hurt me as much as it hurts you. Do you really think I want to go the court where my sakhi was nearly stripped of her dignity?" He told me his voice demanding attention.
Krishna had more wisdom than anyone could ever had. And if he himself wanted to go... there had to be a reason.
"If you are meant to go you will go. Are you meant to go? Is that sealed?" I asked him. "I think it is." he told me. I turned my head "Then you will go."
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"How did my sons learn to love a woman who they don't even know properly?" I asked out loud. I hadn't been there for them. I didn't love all the versions of them. I hadn't seen them growing up. I was an absent parent. And yet they showered me with love. They made me feel loved. How did they have the heart to? They were so grown up and matured now. But I knew the wounds one got as child was for life. Those scars were the most painful.
"That's for me to answer." Prathivindhya's voice cut through my thoughts. I sat up surprised.
He laid himself in my lap. "I'm the oldest son after all. Yes, as children my brothers didn't know why you weren't there. We yearned for just one more word with you, one more motherly glance from you, just one more hug.
When we went to Paanchal, we were so happy. Because you grew up there and going there meant seeing peices of you. It felt like we would finally know you. Yes my younger brothers didn't know you Mata, as much as you would have liked. But they loved you with all they had, their love was fierce. We loved you with all their heart.
We practiced a little harder everyday driven only by a desire to make you proud. In Paanchal, we begged Mama shree to tell us stories of you and when the distance between you and us felt like it could never be breached I told my brothers to look at the moon, to look at the sky, to look at the stars because no matter where you were you'd be gazing at the same sky.
That horrible day, when my brothers learnt what happened that day you left for exile they were heartbroken. They were miserable. I wished they didn't have to know, but knowing that made us feel for you. There were nights we hoped to reach you by thought atleast. When we dreamed of you, it was both a dream and a nightmare beacause when we woke up you wouldn't be there and there were nights we slept just so we could meet you altleast in our dreams.
We don't blame you for anything Mata. It's just the cruel way the world works.
But that's the thing about a mother and her children, distance and time cannot destroy the heart strings that connect us. You deserve to know this Mata. And we want to hear more from you. How you felt without us? Did it hurt you as much as it hurt us? We have a right to know , just as you have a right to share. And we-every fiber of our being-are filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated love for you." My eldest son's body shook and I could feel his tears, the wetness in my saree.
"I'm so sorry son, but I cursed that god everyday for seperating a mom from her children. I mean it, every day." I told him and ran my hand through his hair.
I gently made him sit up so I could see him in the eye. I wiped away his tears softly. "Your such a good son dear. You've been an amazing older brother. You don't realise how much of your father I see in you. I don't deserve a child like you, or like any of your brothers."
"Mata" his voice broke, "I would pick you to be my mother in any and every lifetime."
"Mata," It was Sutasom's voice. I looked towards them, all of my sons were standing there. How long had they been standing there?
"I love you all so much, I would want nothing but to rip my heart out and show you. I mean it putro. I love you." And they all came tumbling into my embrace and mother and sons we wept. My gorgeous children. What good had I done in my past life to deserve children like them?
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Krishna's eyes were cold and I had never seen him this way before, never. "Prepare for war." was all he said before marching in. "But Madhav-" Krishna interrupted him "Not now Paarth, not now."
It was sealed. Our fate was war.
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It was so heartbreaking to write the conversation between Draupadi and Prathivindhya.
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