Shikhandi Stories

अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः। The end is the beginning. A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas and janmas, a soul leaves a decaying body to move onto something better and livelier. But what if certain karmas are found hanging on the thin string between salvation and damnation? This is exactly where Mihira Ramnath Subhedar finds herself. The last of the many Kaliyugis, she was holding on to the narrowest beam that would lead her towards eternal the light, or so she thought. Poets were liars, she discovered when the end neared. There was nothing peaceful about death, no rest and no respite; just an ounce of faith which made her believe that she would finally find a place at the Lord's feet. But the ever merciful Leeladhari had discrete intents for such a soul that had just witnessed the end of the heinous yuga. "No, ain't Vaikuntha but Dvāpara. Good luck completing the unfinished business!" Walk along the aisle with Mihira while she embarks on the greatest pilgrimage of her rekindled life, witnesses the red of the Swastika being washed over by the red of vengeful blood and being swept off her feet by a man she'd never heard of.

An anthology exploring the nine emotions of human existence through the stories of characters from the Hindu epics. 1. Veera (for Sumitra) 2. Vibhatsa (for Dhristadyumna)

She is always valued but never respected. She struggles with her identity, but it soon becomes the least of her worries as she is thrown into a world of war; sent on a journey from where there is no return. I will try to keep as close as possible to the actual epic, but will have to take some liberties since most of his/her life is unknown.

Vibhatsa Rasa: The Essence of Disgust If the Teacher is to be regarded as equal unto God, and is to be revered in the same manner, then what is the man destined to kill his Guru supposed to do? Dhrishtadyumna does not wish to be known like that. Part 2 of Navarasa

In the shadow of a legendary feud, where ancient rivalries simmer, a hidden truth awaits. Beneath the surface of animosity and pride, a tangles web of emotions threatens to upend the fate of sworn enemies. As the winds of destiny sweep them towards towards a distant shore, the lines between loyalty, duty and desire begin to blur. Will the masks that shroud their hearts be shred, or will the weight of tradition crush the whispers of their souls? In a world where love dare not speak its name, can the flame of forbidden passion illuminate a path to redemption, or will they be reduced to ashes by the unforgiving tides of society, fate, destiny and world? An incident started with mistake, walked with unknown Temptation, ended with Endearment.

We have all read stories about Dance Nights where a boy asks a girl to be his dance partner and the girl accepts the proposal of the boy she likes. Such stories lead into a lot of drama because of the confusing connections and love interests each one has. Love, attraction, happiness, sadness, loneliness, jealousy, and possessiveness, we can see all such emotions. So what if a dance night is organized in Mahbharath times? Who are the partners? Do they want to be with them? What are the characters feeling? I present a fictional story on a Dance Night that was organized in Mahabharath times with many modern references we see in stories now. It is a work of fiction and I do not tend to hurt anybody's feelings. I apologize if anybody is hurt by the story. Thank you.