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Krishnaa..

Outside the window..

Here is the hypothetical take on what if Draupadi , known as Panchali would be thinking through while she looks the through the window..

Situation: Panchali, after the mahabharat, the kurukshetra war ,sitting in her room and looking outside window..


The exhausted days are not done yet.. In war, my enemies died.. along with them , I lost my five sons, my brothers and my father. From my childhood , I always wondered what I am capable of ? I have had the curioisty what my destiny would be..What is my birth reason could be..?  

Do I need to celebrate that I will be remembered for this war?, Krishna...!

My birth, was not welcomed by my father. I was add-in with my brother but I was told that I born to make history. In childhood, I yearned for father’s love. But he never had time for me. I could not sleep over easily on the discrimination of my father's love between my brother and myself. I had a tragic marriage , even though it was Suyamvar, I was destined to marry Arjun, one of the Pandavas. But without my concern,  I had been wife of all others brothers too.  Worst scenario than Sita! My matrimonial house was not a palace. I had to go through a poverty which I was not habituated. I learnt through and slept over without questioning .

After a major turning events, I moved in and made my own palace that could bring envy n wrath for our enemies. Live was all fine until my husband sold my feminity over a dice game. There I witnessed, my husbands loved honor, reputation, pride more than me!

I could not hate them as I need them to complete my revengeace. Hence, I choosen to travel with my husbands so that time will not soothen the vengenance. I remained them at every possible situation. After a long wait..the war!  The shaken the complete history! Now I do not feel peace. 

Why I am chosen, Krishna…… ?

The slient tears rolled down to her cheeks by the breeze..

-Saritha Subramanian

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