Abhimanyu's Diary (Part XV): The Warmth of Unvoiced Care

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Glossary:

Terms/Concepts:

*Mojari– a type of footwear common in regions of the Indian subcontinent. They are made of leather, and traditionally designed with extensive embroidery

Names of Krishna used in this part:

*Dwarakadheesh – meaning 'King of Dwaraka'

Names of Arjuna used in this part:

*Gandivadhari – meaning 'wielder of the Gandhiva bow'

*Madhya Pandava – meaning the middle (third) Pandava among the five brothers

*Pandu Putra – meaning 'son of King Pandu'




The scattered rays of Lord Surya Narayana, amidst the semi shield of Lord Indra's clouds was a welcoming early morning atmosphere upon the skins of the occupants of Kurukshetra bhoomi. It was a sudden, yet blessed, change from the skin prickling heat the warriors had grown accustomed to over the past few days. Perhaps, indicating a pleasurable incident to take place, among the grief-gifting occurrences that have rained down upon them thus far. 

A beautiful pair of feet, adorned by a modestly intricate pair of oxidized silver anklets, pitter-pattered against the sandy grounds, sending a minute upheaval of sandy wind on either side of the wheatish complexioned soles. Returning the occasional greeting of the members of the armed forces, and a handful of the Kaurava brothers, the future princess of the Kuru dynasty sprinted towards the main tent of the Kuru warriors. Taking in a deep breath to satisfy the flaming oxygen needs of her parched lungs, Mitra entered the tent, currently housing some of the exceptional monarchs of the Kaurava army – personalities the world shall continue to analyze and compare for eons to come. Were they protagonists or antagonists? Or neither? Or even more, a mixture of the two shades, dependent upon the shattering circumstances of their lives and the lens one chose to view them through?

"Baba," called out Mitra, attracting the attention of all gathered in the tent, supposedly engaged in witnessing the heated discussion taking place between Angaraj Karna and Gandhararaj Shakuni.

The tent of the Kauravas, submerged endlessly in the humid air of consistent thirst for revenge or duty, if only for some brief moments lightened as if exposed to an unplanned mist of monsoon showers – via the smile of innocence housed on the pretty pink lips of the one and only daughter of Daanveer Karna.

Rather than sporting looks of displeasure at the abrupt interruption, the faces of the warriors resembled pleasure, ranging from mild content to full-fledged glee as they fell upon the young damsel dressed in the chaste shade of ivory. Both the faces of Karna and Duryodhana housed immense joy at witnessing Mitra after a night, and now dawn commencing with war-related brawls among the Kaurava elders. The brief emotions of paternal pride that surged across the chocolate brown orbs of Vasusena was expected, as was the softening of the orbs of Duryodhana, which was a rare sight amongst the eyes that have burned with ambition and unquenchable greed from years.

From her father, and most favourite uncle, Mitra's eyes hesitantly drifted to meet the aged, yet wise ones of Ganga Putra Bhishma, as her petite hands folded themselves into a pranam. A knowing glint, along with another emotion, incomprehensible by the young mind of Daanveer Putri, filled his dark orbs, as the grandfather of the Kauravas and Pandavas and protector of the Kuru dynasty's throne offered a small, yet loving smile to the young princess.

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