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...
Acatalepsy. Greek [/ἀκαταληψία/] inability to comprehend the universe, the belief that human knowledge can never have true certainty.
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WITH THEIR BARE ARMS as weapons, comprising strengths of brawny and mighty elephants, the tyrant ruler of Magadh and the second son of Pandu wrestled ceaselessly days and nights.
When they had reached the land of Magadh, fortified by the city of Giriviraj, Jarasandh was approached by Krishna disguised as a hermit as they sat in his court whilst still soused in silence. However Jarasandh realized that these men of strong builds weren't, brahmins but of kshatriya race from his court advisers and citizens singing the acclimation of them. After a colloquy of reasonings, Jarasandh justifying his loathsome acts of imprisoning and organizing a human sacrifice of the kings, Krishna threw the final card after presenting his motion against and stating the act of slaughtering of human race as the sacrifice to gods abysmal in accords.
Nonetheless in the disguise of Brahmins it was an act of blasphemy to kill, and Jarasandha had his enemy served to him on a platter, walking into his grounds.
"King Jarasandh, who amongst us then shall prepare for a combat with the mighty wrestler?" Krishna folded his hands in a gesture of salutation, allowing him to choose among Arjun, Bheem and Krishna. The girl from kaliyug could notice his eyes settling on her, "Who is that woman with you?" Jarasandh raised a brow in confusion not much to her surprise as she had envisaged him questioning her presence with the mightiest men.
"Pranipat King Jarasandh, she is my-" Arjun sprang from his seat but was interrupted by his mentor, Madhav. "Oh! She isn't a wrestler, but a skilled archer and sharp warrior wielding a sword!" Krishna looked over his shoulder at them, blinking his lotus eyes in reassurance. She had bit back her chuckle at Krishna's rejoinder. Getting unsettled yet satisfied at the answer of the clever one, Jarasandh spoke rising from his lavish throne extending his hand towards Bheem sitting on his left.
"I prefer the son of Pandu, Vrikodar Bheem. Its better to spar with the superior ones!"
In the ocherous and finely raked sand pit stretched thirty feet across, idle for wrestling and not impeding the wrestler's movement was combat arena of the kingdom; crowded of its citizens, various other wrestlers and officials of the court.
"Pranipat Devi, I hope the city is able to entertain you, the fortunate to stay maiden in lifespan, from time ahead as supposed or if I believe the words filling the air of aryavrat?" Jarasandh folded his hands striding towards the gymnasium, as she stood next to Arjun. "Pranipat King! The town is much agreeable and rich in affluence, though I would prefer if the case was in the same vein with inners of your subjects. I, must solemnly wish you luck for the battle!" she replied with utmost civility as Arjun smiled joining his hands to greet, a king who was appropriated for the combat.
