#2 place in Mahabharat Awards 2020
An undiscovered face of Mahabharat after the cauldron.
Apricity-- (meaning) warm rays of the sun in a winter day.
As the cold,heavy storm of the Kurukshetra had nearly wiped out half of the population in Aryavart...
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The day was unusually humid. The scorching rays of the sun had almost rendered the gardeners breathless. Pitamahi Subhadra had asked all the daasis and other helpers to take shelter inside the south wing of the palace. Hence, no people were allowed to roam around freely. The soil was parched, no chirps were heard from the birds.
Elders were talking about something called 'drought'. It was quite a serious topic as what it seemed from their brooding demeanor. I had to admit it was the hotttest and driest day I had ever witnessed in the past four years of my life.
This idle self of mine was drinking coconut water as Pragati Bua had long dozed off. Her attempts of making me sleep were an absolute failure. I lied beside Bua for a while after gulping down the liquid.
It was hell boring. So, I thought to have a quick stroll across the palace chambers in the hope of finding something interesting. I quickly took out my secret box. That's a wealthy possession of mine. Collections of glittery stones by The Great Rajkumar Parikshit. I admired myself for a short while. No one knew this, except one.
Out of the blue, the drums rolled...
I ran towards the Singha Dwar.
I could hear the numerous footsteps following me. Alas! Neither one of them could even touch a single thread of my cloth.
"Pitamah Krishna.." I gasped in delight as I jumped into his welcoming arms. He flew me high up as my feet dangled in the air.
Jyeshth Pitamahi Draupadi, Pitamah Yudhishthir and others too were present as they laughed along with us. My joy knew no bounds.
Pitamah Sahadev often discussed about the greatness of Pitamah Krishna. His political diplomacy, and tactics. Those hard words and their meanings, how do I learn them ?
Still to me, Shree Krishna was an auspicious hymn. His enchanting smile and his charming words were enough to break all miseries of man.
"What are you thinking Putra?" He enquired.
I nodded still blinking at him. Speechless. I could never know why, after seeing him, I get tongue-locked. I had a lot to say but at that very moment I felt I had received all my answers through his eyes.
"Putra?" He creased his eyebrows.
"Hmm.." I was broken from my temporary trance.
"Oh, Pranipaat Pitamah." I hurried my pleasantries earning a glare from Mata. I know exactly how she would be scolding me, as I hadn't been a good at manners these days.
Pitamah replied me with his ever-enchanting smile.
"Putri Uttara," He said, "Pari has inherited a lot from his mother, too. Specially, his mischievous being, isn't it ?"
"Mamashree." Mata giggled and stooped to seek his blessings.
