Jishnu Jyoshna: Vibrant Shade Of Vishnu Vishesha
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Ongoing, First published Dec 19, 2021
"The fragments which are unseen can never be underestimated," ~Author

A protagonist can only narrate his/ her story the best. Beholder of a certain existence could explain with what he or she was bestowed. 

Subhadra was a person in her own more than her identities as Veer Sodari, Veer Patni and Veer Mata, but she as a person was always ignored. Her traits as a person rarely had got any place in the pages of epic. 

She wasn't only a daughter who had delighted her family. 

She wasn't only a sister who had stood beside her brothers. 

She wasn't only a wife who had justified her worth in her husband's life. 

She wasn't only a mother who had mourned over her son's death. 

She is beyond the inputs of situations in her life and the outputs presented by her which has been overshadowed. 

She is an inspiration who has been ignored till now. 

So, this story is an attempt of my side to portray her as a person along with her prominent identities amidst the pleasures and pains of her life, that too from her point of view. 

THIS JOURNEY HAS TO GO FAR, TO BE FELICITATED. 

PRESENTING RIYA SHARMA AS SUBHADRA 🎆🙏🎇
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