Duruyodhan Stories

Ravens sing when darkness rise. They alarm us about the forthcoming deaths. Their feathers are like obsidians, they're black, and yet shiny. Hence, why they are known to be both beautiful and horrifying at the same time. Such a song was once written by an immortal whose eyes could witness more than just the earth. A song that said the tale of the mother of all wars. There was nothing that was not there in that very tale. The tale of a family under the burden to carry on one of the most dire legacies. A tale as revered as time. The tale of the Kurukshetra battle. The Mahabharata And in that gorgeously daunting song was a story of two souls, who learned to love more than just eachother, but the world itself. And from their love was born a fruit that was to bear the seed that grew the future. A love story so enchanting it could melt the hearts of even the glaciers. The story of a mortal and a goddess, a story of a human and a nymph. The story of the great warrior Arjun and the Goddess Maya.