A Life I Could Never Dreamed Of

its been days...

It's been days since we had been come here. It's been days since they were gone. I was sitting in our room combing my hair, but I was merely thinking how these days that we were spending here. I have been talking to Mata kunti of my family which Subhadra informed me about. Guru Dronacharya and me used to discuss about various things from politics to art to medicines. He used to say that he never met any lady with these knowledge about various matters. I didn't know what knowledge he was talking about as I was just learning from him. Mahamantri vidur actually was the one who fed me facts and conditions about politics of Aryabhart of that time. He took me home to meet his wife who was almost like Mata kunti. I had also met mahamahim bhisma few times and we always discussed about war. War techniques. Strategies. Thanks to bhrata krishn's miracle I felt like it's really easy to talk about because I knew about them. Even I was shocked that I had so much to contribute in those conversations. I remembered a particularly interesting conversation with him when I asked him an unusual question

"My lord, have you ever felt like it's unfair for your opponent that you don't have the fear of death?"

"I was never been asked this question before in my life. Putri why did you felt the necessity to ask this?" He replied curiously.

"No one asked because they don't doubt your ability." I said.

"And you do?" I felt his voice hardening.

"I'm asking it because I don't have any fear for you. Whether you fear death or not. But prarabdh. It won't miss anything." I said. And he nodded.
(Prarabdh: destiny or result of deeds of last birth)

"But I have done enough to get a very hard last life. My family tree is dieing. And  I'm unable to do anything."

"You are able just not ready. Most to your displeasure your devotion to the throne is Maharaja dhritarastra's mejor power. It's the reason of his autocracy." I knew I was playing with fire by talking to him like that but I couldn't help it.

"I know. I am bound to my promise."  I feel like quoting Dumbledore again

"A great man once said 'words are not in my humble opinion our very inexhaustible source of power, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.' so when in trouble one should take back the words." I said. He Shaked his head. And said.

"Words are like arrow Adrika. One can't take it back once it is said. There is no hope now."

"He also said 'happiness can be found in the darkest of time if someone knows how to turn on the lights." I said while looking out side to the pitch dark. We were standing in his balcony. I looked up to meet his gaze. He was staring at me while in great thought. I smiled and said

"You should rest. I'll leave you to that. Good night my Lord."

         I almost reached the doors when I heard him calling,
"Putri!"

I turned. He was standing in the same spot but facing me.

"What do you mean by knowing how to turn on the lights? What is that I don't know? What is that I missed?" He asked. I smirked and said

"A loophole my Lord. Find a loophole." And after a moment of intense staring, I wished him good night and left.

              I smiled remembering this conversation. But most of my time occupied by a certain Archer king. Once he found me practicing my bows alone. I was hitting targets after targets.

"What are you doing?" I heard him saying.

"Practicing Angraj. Like any other worrior do." I said without turning around.

"You know how to use a bow. What else there is to surprise me further Princess?" He said.
I hit a target.

"Adrika. And you know nothing about me." I heard him chuckled to that.