The Women Who Rolled The Dice
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  • Parts 5
  • Time 7m
Complete, First published Sep 05, 2018
The Mahabharata is a tale as old as time. One that has been retold over and over, through families, generations, and dynasties. Countless retellings have described the heroics of the Pandavas, the cruelty of the Kauravas, the dastardly deeds of Shakuni, and the brilliant maneuvers of Krishna. The epic has been used to highlight the inevitable victories of good over evil, to give heart to the people.

     And yet, the women of the epic never seem to be truly focused on. The true power is that which lies behind the throne . . . or next to it, perhaps. The royal women are often overlooked in our modern renditions of the Mahabharata, though they played as pivotal a role as the men, if not more. As the pen is mightier than the sword, so, oftentimes, is the veil.  Behind the scenes, the question must be asked . . . who were the real puppet masters?

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