Hidimba-The forest maiden

10

We build my village again, the village burnt down by the Manav's was built again with Bheema and his brother's help. Woods were cut and houses were built. I worked with the carvings on the house. Painted them with blue of streams, green like the meadows and purple like the daisies. Carved on them the story of a forest nymph falling in love with a valiant soldier but they were torn apart by their cultures, their priorities and most of all the soldier's ambition. Ambition is dangerous thing it could compromise ones love and content. 

''You paint and carve very well.'Bheema said with sadness. He knew what I meant with this story. It was a year now that they were here. According to Yudhishthira it was now time for them to go back to their place, Hastinapur .

'I hope you understand what I meant to say with this story'

'Yes, I understand it'

He was coming my way. I called him to the ravine. On patches of wild white flowers of rain, I stood my hands on the moss laden grey rock now green with moss.

'Why are you going. Aren't you happy here?' I said

'It's not like that hidimba'

'Then it's like what'

'I am doing this for my brother's claim to throne'

'Then ask him to find another bulky man not my Bheema'

He laughed at my naivety

'Do you see this rock it has been here for many years, doing nothing just lying here in this haven? What has happened to it, it has gained moss? it is no use now . It's just like my life. I could not stay here and gather moss and be no use to the world and my brothers. I could not gather moss unless I am too old my dear '

He said cupping my face in his big hands

I shrugged his advancements to hug me when his hands gripped my small waist throwing a great tantrum

He laughed at this.

'Marry me Bheema, please marry me'

'You know I was going to ask you that'

We laughed and shared a kiss