MAHABHARAT--- Though the fighting between the Pandavs and Kauravs remain at the heart of it, the epic revolves around the conflict of Dharma. In this work of fiction I present to you the human emotions, conversation, thoughts of everyone as they mee...
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Explorer. Arjun was that with all his inner might, deep within the buries of his tanned gleaming chest, the twang of his Gandiv and pools of his copper orbs--an explorer. Maybe this explorer stint of him caused the great warrior to criticize halfway when the war was on it's verge; or his mind still wanted to explore the Super-human, that was his charioteer.
No, he was just not an explorer, who tends to go around aimlessly and happens to stumble upon a magic. Spiritually inclined may refer to him as Metanoiac, one whose journey leads to change of mind, heart and the person himself. Generally, in his excavations and exiles, Arjun would stagger with an unbound beauty grasped in nature, or an unmarred village he would spent the night. But now, upon the occasion of his death and arriving in his godfather, Indra's city, an unusual but not unpredictable sight flummoxed him.
His brown eyes flashed Kunti caging Karn, his enemy or past-enemy or ironically his eldest brother, in return Karn buried his face on their mother's bossom, as of an infant sleeping without a damn about the damn universe.
Arjun's lips aligned into a seepish grin. He didn't want to be labelled a liar in his first day of Heaven, if he said that the beauteous atmosphere didn't surge an onrush of peace and jubilance within him. He painted an mental picture to preserve an undying relishment of his mother and...whatever Karn is to Arjun now. I still have to figure what to call Angraaj. Jyestha...no that's for my jyestha so...
"Ar-Arjun?" His trails of bemusing thoughts were ripped by Kunti's stammer. His gaze shifted to Karn who was now stood steadfast with his typical stern eyes. "Arjun? Son?" Kunti again called. He fidgeted his way to Kunti and knelt infront of her to rest his head in her lap. The lap, soft and plump as lotus. God I missed this.
Arjun, being the man he is, will never admit that he adorned his mother's, and everyone's love and care. It wasn't hard for him to win over any one with his goofy smile, charm and cherry on top, he technically is Kunti's youngest son, the little Parth.
Karn now trailed himself to have a considerable distant between them. He couldn't help but notice how easy it was for Arjun to talk with Kunti. No nagging comments or tearful words, they even shared a laugh with so ease. Kunti whispered something in Arjun's ear which resulted the latter to have an alarming look, and glance towards Karn. Out of all times, Arjun decided to drop in just when Kunti was with him. But can I blame him for this? No I can't. I shouldn't.
But little did he knew, Arjun was not someone who would invade someone's privacy. Although, he had to go for exile for rushing to Yudhisthir and Draupadi's room, he was unwilling to do that. Parth had strangely, discovered tranquility with Kunti bonding with Karn. Arjun had felt the guilt of killing his sibling gradually leaving his chest.
Karn managed a half smile when he saw Kunti coming towards him, "Karn, I have to run some errands. Don't ignore me, afterwards, alright child?" Karn, now understood why Arjun was about to bulge out his eyeballs at him minutes ago- Kunti wanted them to bond, obviously. He gave a vulnerable don't-leave-me-with-him look, nonetheless, it resulted in Kunti's chuckling. She bolted from there, leaving the two disturbed pair of brother to..., well they can do anything, praying they rule out riping each other's tongue out.
