Subhadra always loved the ocean. She grew up near the shore, enjoying the gradient shades of blue and brown. Full moon nights at the shore were her favourites. She often visited the shore at those times with her brothers.
Her earliest memory of those days was running across the beach, trying not to get caught by her brothers. Her hair attracted the moist, salty air, and her giggles spread across the beach as her sisters-in-law sat near a tree, enjoying the night glow of Dvaraka.
Another of her favourite memories at the shore was when she and Arjuna had just got married. He picked up a seashell and proudly presented it to Subhadra. According to Arjuna, the seashell was unique, just like his wife. Subhadra then realised that Arjuna certainly knew how to flatter people, thanks to his friendship with Krishna.
Seashells were special to her heart ever since then.
Her son, Abhimanyu, was the naughtiest of all the children she knew. He often rivalled Samba in terms of mischief. She and Abhimanyu would spend their free time at the shore. Even without Arjuna beside her, Subhadra felt a bit happy. Her son - her life - was with her. Abhimanyu was like a charm to Subhadra. Whenever he was near, she would be genuinely happy, forgetting all the tragic incidents that had taken place in their family.
Abhimanyu often made designs on the sand and proudly showed them to Subhadra, trying his best to impress her. Little did he know that every single action he did, even without effort, impressed his mother.
The happy moments at the shore eventually turned into sombre ones. Subhadra sat near the tree, glancing at the rising waves. The night glow of Dvaraka faded; Dvaraka itself faded. Darkness enveloped everything. Seashells no longer felt special to her. Her Abhi, her little boy, had left her forever. He departed, taking her happiness with him.
The shore now held only memories; ones that would never be seen again.
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Tried writing after ages lol. How's it?
