She felt her heart flutter amidst the somberness of chaos and her husband's courage. Her heartstrings trembled as the war trumpets blared. Her tears were forced to stay hidden amidst the bitter rivalry within her clan. The walls, once filled with the echoes of her dancing anklets, now lay in ruins. The palace, once brimming with her laughter, now echoed with silence. The chambers, witnesses to her strategies, were forgotten and decayed in the depths of time. She buried her inner turmoil as she watched her mother's sati, finding solace in her heart's song. Her tears and smiles disappeared into the annals of history as time slipped away. This is the story of an unsung mother, as seen through the eyes of her son.
It is the journey of a lesser-known character, from a naive princess to the Empress of the city of Śakrā. A journey marked by transformation, from a pampered daughter to the queen who captured the prince's heart. It is the journey of an unsung queen, who became the queen-mother of Āryāvarta.
"Her eyes fluttering
Questions jingling
Things concealed abaft the dark kohl
The jingling sound of her payal;
Yet remain unsung all time;
Her colurs that dried
Life that she have lived once.
The ignorance of the mirage once she coped up ;
The history so cruel;
Things beyond imagination
Life's novel that turns beyond estimation;
Flicking of the feelings;
Life's book unknown of where the turn takes;
Getting devastated at a point;
The truth concealed without a tint;"
~author
Abhimanyu:
Śaśirēkha
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