Dharmyudh : The Rewritten Destiny

68. Destiny ?

"So you are Mandavi?"

Karn inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity as he absorbed the weight of Suchitra's tale. They sat together beneath the ancient Banyan tree, its sprawling branches casting intricate shadows across their faces in the light of the moon. The night was deep, enveloping them in an intimate cocoon while the distant sounds of crickets provided a gentle symphony all around. Above them, the stars glittered like scattered diamonds against the velvet sky, reflecting the timeless nature of the story Suchitra had just shared.

Suchitra paused, contemplating Karn's question as the cool breeze brushed past them, rustling through the leaves above. Her thoughts drifted, searching for the right words to articulate the complexity of her identity, the essence of the sacred narrative that had been woven through time.

With a deep breath, she answered, choosing her words with the care of a storyteller who understands the gravity of her revelation.

Suchitra :- Not exactly me...

She murmured, her voice a delicate whisper that seemed to dance with the night air, as fragile as the moment itself.
Karn's curiosity was piqued further, a spark of intrigue lighting up his features as he leaned in slightly, eager for clarification.

Karn :- What do you mean?

He pressed, his voice a gentle but insistent probe in the stillness that surrounded them. Suchitra sighed softly, reaching out to place her hand over Karn's, the warmth of her touch speaking volumes as she sought to convey both reassurance and understanding. She leaned closer, her presence an embodiment of the tales she had shared, and continued,

Suchitra :- I mean to say that I am a part of Mandavi, an incarnation of her, along with her other forms. So, I'm not entirely Mandavi, just a part of her.

Her eyes met his, the depth of her explanation clear in their shared gaze.

Suchitra :- In this life, I carry a fragment of her spirit, her essence, just as her other incarnations. Each of us adds to the story, to the legacy, living out different facets of who she was.

Suchitra's words resonated, mingling with the sounds of the night, creating a tapestry of old wisdom and new understanding that enveloped them both. Karn nodded slowly, the pieces beginning to align in his mind as he considered the significance of Suchitra's tale and her place within it.

Karn :- But... I'm still confused. You say you are not Mandavi, only a part of her. How is this possible? One soul in so many persons... and if, let's say, that is true, who are the other incarnations of Mandavi?

He paused for a moment, his face etched with a mix of disbelief and intrigue. The entire concept seemed so alien and yet, somehow, it resonated with a part of him that he couldn't quite place. He ran his fingers through his hair, seeking some semblance of clarity in the confusion that engulfed his mind. The notion of a soul existing simultaneously in different beings was not something he had ever considered.

Suchitra observed Karn's struggle with patience, well aware that what she had shared was a revelation of significant magnitude—one that could not be easily comprehended or accepted. She recalled her own reaction when she first learned of her true essence, the disbelief that had held her in its grip for days. It was an understanding that transcended ordinary experiences, a truth so profound that words often faltered in its explanation. Yet, she knew that with time, Karn might come to see the beauty and complexity in the interconnectedness of souls.

Suchitra :- Whether or not this is possible is another topic. But it is true that I am one of the incarnations of Mandavi, a part of her. In our world, where the spiritual and the temporal often intertwine, such phenomena are not as rare as they might seem.