The end of the Kurukshetra brought with it a lot of turmoil, a whole lot of destruction and bloodshed. The palace was bathed in gloom ever since the Lord of Dwaraka, Vaasudeva Krishna, had gone as an advisor to the Pandavas. The Pandavas had won, but the loss had been heavy.
The entirety of Dwaraka was still mourning the fallen in the battle of Kurukshetra. The war brought the rise of a new era, yet, destruction too had occurred. But that was the way the Universe worked. Only if destruction happened, could Creation occur. They always went hand in hand.
The Ashtabharya, the Eight Chief Queens of Lord Krishna were in His chambers, all seated near His feet, while He sat on the couch of the chambers.
"Are you alright, Lord?" asked Jambavati, her worried eyes on His features, as she looked at the rest of the Bharya, who were all equally worried.
"I am contemplating, Priye," said He, serenity etched on His features still, but His eyes uncertain, troubled.
"Swami, why did the Mahabharata even arise?" asked Nagnajiti, seated at the Lord's feet, along with her seven counterparts.
"Yes, Lord, why did it?" asked Bhadra. "Surely the enmity between the Kauravas and the Pandavas wasn't that great?"
The Lord sighed. "The enmity wasn't the result of one single generation, loves"
"Then how did it happen, Lord?" asked Kalindi, shifting slightly, as they all looked at each other sadly.
"It is a tale of yore, love," said Krishna, His eyes closing in remembrance.
"Would it be impertinent if we asked what, Lord?" asked Satyabhama, her eyes taking in the turmoil on her husband's features.
"Never would anything you all ask be impertinent," responded the Lord, opening His eyes. "The tale begins with not one, but many generations. As you all know"
"But we want you to tell us", said Rukmini.
"That enriches our experience of it", said Kalindi.
"And understanding the emotions of every person involved in this story", said Satyabhama.
"Doesn't it start with Pitamah Bheeshma, my Lord?" asked Lakshmana.
"No love, even before that. The tale starts with Shakuntala, Dushyanta and their son, Bharata."
"How so, Lord?" asked Rukmini, confused.
"Wasn't that a tale of olden days? Much before the Kuru-vansha?", asked Nagnajiti.
"It is there that the Mahabharata, the tale of all time, begins", said Krishna.
The eight forms of Mahalakshmi readied themselves, and eagerly looked at their MahaVishnu, waiting to hear the story from His lips.
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Mahabharata- A Narration
Historical Fiction|| Narayana Namaskrityam, Naram Chaiva Narottamam, Devim Saraswatim Vyasam, Tatoh Jayam Udeerayet || The tale of yore, the tale of Love The tale of loss, the tale of greed The tale of pride, the tale of Truth The tale of strength of family The tale...
