[ POV of Pradyumna, son of Krishna]
''Hey Are YOU confused by all this....this....?'' He brandished his bow at the clattering carnage around us, gnashing teeth like a crocodile, ''Have YOU really lost the plot? Can't tell who is who, huh, maybe shell-shocked!!??''
I doubt if anyone looking at this intense scene can read us for who we really are. Sometimes I feel like that imaginary on-looker.
He thundered on a bit, but I kept a steady white-knuckle grip on the reins of our pedigree war-steeds.
'If my father could see me like this...he would ...!!!!' He shook his head, anguish and rage in full flood.
'If my father could see me like this...he would...!!!' my voice not a retort, echoed my mind, clear as a sun-beam.
Our makara pennant snapping its jaws, as if eager to devour the wind and swallow the enemy.
He was right.
I was right.
You might say we mirrored each other: righteous young men driven by nature and nurture.
There was nothing left but to return to the centre of the inferno, to fight fire with fire.
We are about to
GO
totally
BALLISTIC!!!...............
contd.
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Tales of The Charioteers
FanfictionHeroes and horses - only a skilled charioteer can handle their hearts! Charioteer and warrior - a relationship - often a friendship Here are their stories, drawn from the Mahabharata.
