The Mythical Mornings

Karna

He stood facing his back towards the woman who came towards him. With her tears. Yet the smile of agony seemed to stay in his lips. He closed his eyes. Of course he knew. He was not foolish. He was Surya Putra. His Kavach Kundal told about it. Then who was his mother. Only woman with such magical abilities was Kunti. The mother of Pandavas..

He had waited. Waited for her to express her love. He had longed for the love of hers. For her acceptance. That he was her son,a born Khetriya. But all she ever got was nothing. Pain, humiliation from his brothers. The rightful heir to throne of Kurus. Or was he? No. He was just a shame to be hidden.

"Pranam Rajmata"he said as he looked back at her..

"Putra..I am your mother"she had uttered so casually and he wished to be hysterical,throw a fit for it.

Yet he did not. He choose to keep quite,as quite as stone.

He laughed mirthlessly as his Kavach and Kundal were taken away. He just lied quitely as his brothers from another mother helped him heal,yet with a promise,to be his doom.

Of course..

He was wrong afterall. The wish to stay infront of the mother he could not have. The wish to keep Kauravas calm,not to harm the Pandavas had paid him.

It's said,when silence breaks it breaks away everything. Karna wished he had actually had a friend. To speak up. To share. The words he had kept hidden inside. Who would understand..

May be Vasudeva could. But would he? No. For God,it's only right or wrong. What about him. A child who had been seeking his origin. A child who despite everything bears the curse of another God. Why?

If Parasuram is really God,then won't he know. What happened with him. Then why cannot he help Karna. Instead he cursed Karna..

A boy with Kavach and Kundal,so rare,with blessings of Sun,moving along with princes,born from Divine entities,yet no one says a word about it. Not even Vidur. Why?

He just chuckled mirthlessly. Afterall that matters is the throne,power and strength. He did not have it.

Kurus did not wish to taint the name of their safely kingdom by adding Karna to it. Kunti did not wish to fall from the eyes of people as saintly woman.

But what about him? What about his parents?

Mahabharat had started. But he knew. Somewhere his burning agony told him. Not even one side would be happy. Not even Vasudev Krishna.

It was the gut feeling of Surya Putra Karna,not a child of Yadus. Not a moonborn. But the child of Sun..