A sojourn it is.
❝His scent is petrichor. He shall always be the golden page of my recollections, of beautiful memories. The greatest archer of the time❞
Derived from the Sanskrit word स्मरण (smaraṇa, "the act of remembrance, remembrance, reminisc...
Lacuna /ləˈkjuːnə/ an unfilled space; mid 17th century: from Latin, 'pool', from lacus 'lake'
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"NO PLEASE TAKE THAT, I WON'T EAT IT"
Draupadi shook her head lazily for the second time to the handmaid sitting before her from the past few minutes, with a copper platter in her hand.
The girl from kaliyug entered the new chamber, the queen of Indraprastha has been residing in from the last year. Nakul had patiently built it with husk and dry grasses in the shape of a conical canopy by banana leaves, covered with a few more chaffs in the open lawns of the palace. Interiors were simple like a primitive dwelling, a pitcher on the extreme left and a kush grass mat rolled to the side. A few stems of bougainvillea sneaked inside through the window.
"Panchali, Bheem has made this for you himself." she said leaning on the doorpost of the hut. The fire princess knowingly smiled at her, "You should stop siding with Aarya Bheem! You know it's Aarya Arjun's year and he is not enjoying any delicacies, so how can I?"
The maid extended the salver holding a bowl with single ladoo "My queen, that is why Yuvraj Bheem has sent only a ladoo. He briefed me that after soaking urad lentils-" Yagyaseni's hue of chuckles made her stop. "Aarya Bheem and his cooking tips!"
Simran who was watching this from the threshold, shuffled inside taking the bowl from the salver and placed it on the sal leaves patravali. Draupadi huffed and kept the bowl of berries from the patravali into the salver. "I only eat two things in a day, you know this very well!" Simran mouthed 'Fine' frantically as the handmaid left from the place.
The queen in a still observed her for a few moments and broke their trance. "You feel different from the past few years. I mean different in a-" at her words the ebony haired woman didn't know what made her enunciate as she said, "Panchali, eat. Either ways you're getting ignorant of your health these days!" Draupadi nodded in the nebulous way and Simran then exited managing to subdue a smile.
She lackadaisically ambled in the field of fuschia flowers. That sparged soil that brushed her bare feet was surreal. These enigmatic purplish blue flowers with a hue of plum have bloomed to their fullest zaftig. She felt a motherly affinity with them, the fact that she and Shwetvahan planted the petite seeds together with the prince's strenuous hard work, dampness of his body and her constant gawking at him made her giggle sometimes at her own musings.
These Fuschia are my children! Really?
From the past eleven and a half years this has been a customary regime, of spending her days rambling around in these fields like circumambulation. She slightly stroked her fingers on a bluish bud with light taints of purple beneath closing her eyes maybe in a longing bliss.
"Arjun will not appear from these fuschia flowers?"
Bheem articulated tossing a fresh and ripen peach. She opened her eyes batting her eyelids spontaneously as she tried to stay indifferent from the interpretation of his remark. Simran shrugged her shoulders shifting from her place. "Don't act innocent. I think Arjun is just in need of realization. He loves you too!" the outspoken Bheem swallowed the peach. The brown eyes were widely open gaping at the soil which was suddenly mesmerizing to her. The second Pandava knowingly laughed in an extremely ignorant manner.
