"I won't leave you, not in soul, not in life, neither in death.
The self is not so worthless
Nor whole and unbroken
Remember the pact of our youth
Where you go I'm going
So jump and I'm jumping
Since there is no me without you.
Promise me, that you'll be waiting?"
The tale often retold, through another set of eyes. The mother of all rivalries, breathed upon again, a little differently.
A woman whose birth was divine yet uncelebrated, the one who got skinned but wasn't given the limelight. The lady who groomed the Pandava blood, carried the Pandava values in their veins, gave and never asked.
The soul of the Vrishni clan, the light of Jagganath's Maya and the strength of the Mahabali Balabhadra.
Let me retrace the pedals, go down the path and stumble upon the beginning portals. Let me take you along this time, and elicit the untold unsung unheard cacophony of the heart of Gudakesha Priyakarini.
"There is a place between awake and asleep that seems surreal and enigmatic.
The place where you can remember dreaming.
That's where I'll love you.
That's where I'll be waiting."
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Historical Fiction"There is a place between awake and asleep that seems surreal and enigmatic. The place where you can remember dreaming. That's where I'll love you. That's where I'll be waiting." The tale often retold, through another set of eyes. The mother of all...
