HELLO MAHABHARATA

40. Psithurism

Psithurism. Ancient Greek ψιθύρισµα (psithúrisµa). The sound of rustling leaves and wind in trees.

SHE FELT PRISONED AND TRAPPED in her own body and set of emotions. Those hideous words were painfully and they sharply echoed in her ears, suddenly in her chamber and then those were the only sounds she could hear.

"Is it not abysmal to stay with your to be husband before marriage?"

She curled up on the another side of the bed thinking of the paranoia she was going through, just because of those words. Like always, she was in her most comfortable clothing; a loose white t-shirt and a black tiger printed pyjama for she cannot dare to sleep in lehangas. But today the most loose and cozy clothes also made her feel tad too suffocated, although the sky was clear and the night was much windy this day.

Bheem wanted her to have a family dinner with everyone in the dining chamber but she preferred eating in her own space, somehow Panchali saved her by assuming that she's still unwell and weak from the injury. The jittery gaze of hers now caught the silver glow of the parchment tied in a special hue of turmeric string, which is exclusive in Dwarka. The night was breathing but without her.

Krishna's letter!

She sprang from the plush regal mattress, picking up the parchment and a lit oil lamp from the hanging frames of the ceiling. She settled on the bed, anticipation running in her veins at the mere thought of the letter's content. Untying the braided string unfurling the parchment, she nearly slouched on the head rest of the bed.

The sheer bliss and divinity engulfed the air, cerulean in aura and ataraxia in emotions as the parchment laid open in her hands. Her eager eyeballs were ready to trace and touch every single word adorned in the cosmos' most beautiful hand writing.

My angel Simran,
*Just move away from the lamp flame a little for the first, Perfect!*

It was then she realized instantly that her head on the side of her left temple was really close to those flickering flames of the earthen lamp casted in a copper holder. She just chuckled at her insanity, and was happy knowing that he knew when and how she'd be reading this letter.

Your mind is a warehouse of numerous thoughts, from the beginning. I know my disappearance at such sensitivity of the time have left you in a conundrum. Think yourself - my presence at those instances might have halted qualitative development of your conscience, does it not? Thank Nakul foremost for he is responsible for your speedy recovery. Secondly, the wheel of time. Your body healed faster due to the relation of cosmic flow in you contrasting and resembling with the time spun in kaliyug at the same time. Technically, your body reacts faster to any healing and injury because your illusionary self or your other self in kaliyug is still present in health and fine.

"OKAY" she was completely oblivious to this theory. If he says it must be surely happening. It looked as if she was trying listening to a Spanish song, with some indecipherable lyrics.

Whether I say, my cognizant silence in the love saga of Parth and Parthjaya or your courage tearing storms with mind play at the recent incident; you've been a master to handle everything with a sheer elegance.

"You're right. Maybe, I'd have been just dependent on you then to amend everything, instead of fighting myself and learning?" her lips breathed out an introspection and she continued to read.

Why you? Why Mukund attacked you?
You're not wrong in questioning. I've always had a purpose for human's pain and reason for their victory or defeat. Mukund is in Dwapar yug. Mukund is in Kaliyug. If not here then definitely your fate had to witness this episode in 21st century because it's a part of your destiny. You couldn't have encounter him like you have been able to here; hence, I decided to end this dreadful phase, in dwapar yug. Eradicating this chapter from your life ahead.