Sacrifice is said to be the purest form of love, if you love someone that you need to let him go. But What if someone "Sacrifices to Love"? Can this love be called Pure?
Arjuna, Warrior Prince, one of the greatest warriors to have ever set foot on...
Destiny sure does know how to fulfill itself, after all I started this day with the sole objective of avoiding the RajMahal, and now I am standing inside it witnessing the Swayamvar.
Everything was going perfectly, I had completely sated myself( Or So I thought) and my heart by remembering those Lotus-Liked eyes, and had reached my brothers in one piece. We were about to depart from the forest when my eldest Brother Yudhisthir found an old man desperately in need of help whining in pain and requesting all those passing for help going into the City. Eldest being the man he was, immediately agreed to help him and Ordered Bhratha Bheem to take up the task. What they failed to notice was something that was lying beside the Old Man,
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Madhav sure likes to play these games, I smiled lightly and began to transcend the path his Madhav is showing to him...
Moments later I was on the door of arena while noticing the strange silence and tension that has gripped the atmosphere But, even that wasn't enough to divert my mind from thinking about a certain someone in front of me as she had put her head down in shyness, as if sensing my presence in the arena, not before uplifting her beautiful face and giving me a sweet smile as Our eyes made contact,
Wow! If yesterday I thought she was looking beautiful, I was completely wrong, for the sight that is front of me, even makes the word beautiful pale in comparison, It would be an injustice to her beauty to be limited only to a single word..I couldn't help but get lost in her lotus like eyes emitting so much warmth, adoration, and endless love, calling me to devour her, make her "his", Her face glowing ever so brightly and that innocent smile could force anyone to fall onto their feet and worship her for the goddess she is. Her luscious black hair begging me to touch them and feel them, her beautiful face calling me to her. My heart was beating uncontrollably and my face started warming. I guess I can keep on admiring her for rest of life and that too will not be enough for appreciating the ethereal beauty in front of him. Once in a while she used to lift up her head as if enjoying my reaction, watching in amusement my predicament but also looked pleased with herself for getting this type of attention from a warrior who is famous in Aryavarth for his Calmness.
As we were busy in silently admiring each other, conveniently forgetting the company they were in as if we had been transported to some other realm, for a moment I felt complete, content,peaceful as if all my worries have been sucked out of me..
Ofcourse, nothing in this world is permanent, The voice of my eldest brother broke me out of my silent conversation with My Fire-Born ,
"Chalo Arjuna, hamara karyah yaha par poorna ho gaya hai, No need for unnecessarily exposing ourselves especially with Duryodhan out here.."
I couldn't hide the unnatural pain I felt at mere thought of leaving from this place without fulfilling my destiny. But, we had always been taught my mother Kunti, "Apne Jyesth ka Aadesh sada manogay tum sab, Muthi mey jyada shakti hoti na ki ungliyo mey, saath raho toh Atal rahogay aur tabhi vijay prapth karogay"
