Story Unfolds:
At the same secluded small Hut at the capital Hastinapur: inside the kitchen: 3 hours later:
One beautiful lady was rubbing her chin thoughtfully. She was aware of the poor condition of her baby sister but she never been informed by any person that her Su was living in this kind of extreme poverty. There was not a single grain of food in the house. All the pots were empty. The wood made container of food gain had no sign of food inside it. How could she live like that?!! She failed to realize it. A bit.
Devi Vrushali Padmavati
She sat down on the stool at the small kitchen floor and peeped inside the food pots. All were completely empty as suspected by her. She made a face. Of disappointment. This girl!!! Never ever been vocal of her needs!!! Even to her!!! Her beloved jiji Padma!!!
A deep sigh escaped her mouth. How much she truly rooting for her baby sister Supriya (to be successful in her mission)!!!! But she did not feel good to ask for it. In the presence of Uruvi!! Uru already cried her heart out to her for being failure in her mission!! To unite the Kaurava and Pandava!!! She had to ask about the success of the mission of Supriya in secret. At the end of midnight. So that Uruvi could not feel bad!!! She was not a bit very inconsiderate elder sister to both of her baby sisters Supriya and Uruvi!!! Padma always preferred their pleaure and happiness over herself!!!! That was why she considered all of their children as her own!!!
All of a sudden Supriya came inside the kitchen. She was scared that her Jiji would look into the empty pots and would understand all about her poor condition. Uruvi came behind her while blabbering nonstop. About her sons. This mother loved her sons very much.
Devi Sutanuka Supriya
When Supriya entered and saw her jiji siting still by keeping her palms on her chin she understood that Padma had seen everything. She gasped in shock. She did not know what to say and how to console her sister.
"Jiji!!!" She whispered softly. In timid tone of voice. She was very anxious.
Uruvi at that time was describing the bravery of Sushen when she noticed the calmness of Padma and wordiness of Supriya. She narrowed her eyes in shock. What was going on here?!!! She was so engrossed in her motherly love to her sons that she forgot that they were all famished and needed food. To eat. She looked at Padma who had looked at her too. Their eyes met. She asked her Jiji what happened. In complete silence. Padma shrugged her shoulders. In frustration. She came to the makhan making arena and saw that all the pots were empty. She had intelligent mind. So she understood that her Supriya Jiji had nothing to eat for days.
Devi Basavi Uruvi
Her big hazel eyes were glowing in tears. She controlled them and with force put on a brave mask. She did not want to mock her Jiji and her poverty. A bit.
"Jiji, ap chalo. Ham bhojan bana lete hain. (My dear elder sister, let it go. I will make the food.)" Supriya insisted.
Padma lifted her angry eyes. To her baby sister Supriya. When did she consider her as an outsider in her own household?!!!
Supriya took the signal wrongly. She thought that Padma was enraged on herself. For being poor. On the other hand her elder sister was angry on her for hiding her condition.
"Jiji!!!" She came near Padma and touched her arms.
"Ja. Ja. Main bhojan bana leti hoon!!! Kis bastu se?!!! Apne shar se?!! (Just go away. I will make the food!! With what ingredients?!! Your head?!!)" Padma told her grumpily. She was hurt and agitated that Supriya did not inform her about this starvation. She had tears that threatened to fell down. She twisted her nose in vain. To hide her tears.
Uruvi understood the gravity of the situation. She herself had lived with her in-laws for 13 yrs. In poverty. She knew that her goddess, Her jiji, did not want to inform Padma Jiji as she did not want to draw her sympathy and attention. It happened in poor people. They could live in poverty but not under one's debt. She knew how selfless was her jiji!!! How respected she was!!! Her own self-restraint was praiseworthy!!! She did not want her to be scolded by her Padma jiji. So she decided to ntervene. In between her both elder sisters Padma and Supriya.
"Ha. Ha. Chalo. Jiji samhal legi. (Okay. Okay. Let's go. Eldest sister will take good care of it.)" Uruvi told it and had dragged the hands of Supriya.
"Jiji!!!" Supriya looked at the direction of her elder sister. In teary eyes. She knew that her goddess was angry on her. For her good!!! Her Padma Jiji was among the most selfless women who never ever thought of herself. She gave away her husband Karna to Supriya when she needed him most. Her selflessness was remarkable!!!
"Paraya kar diya tune, Su. Bataya tak nahin ki ghar main bhojan bhi nahin hain. (You make me feel as outsider. In an instance. You don't even tell me that you don't have food in home.)" Padma twisted her nose again. To stop her tears.
Supriya put her head on her laps. She did not know what to say now. She did not want to disturb her Jiji!!!!
Padma lifted her eyes to the sky and murmured softly in choked voice.
"Jab jab tere Jiji ko teri prayojan tha tuhne sath nibhaya. Aur jab tujhe iska abasykta pada kitne sarlata se chupa liya!!! (When your elder sister needs you, you stands with her as a rock. Yet when you youself is in need of aid, you refrained yourself to take her any help.)" She sniffed hard while adding this "Apne Jiji ko bhi dur kar diya tune, Su?!! Kyun?!! (You drag me out of your life. Why? God damn why?!!)"
Supriya lifted her eyelids to her jiji in shock. She closed Padma's mouth in her right palm. She could not bear to think that she had hurt her so much. In her devotion!!!
"Aisa mat bolo ap, Jiji!!! Ap mere liye Mata saman ho. Ham apne har swas main apko hi toh pukara tha. (Don't talk like this way, my dear elder sister. You are mother figure to me. I have called for only you. At my each and every breath.)" Her Supriya replied her in trembling voice. She meant it.
"Toh apne Mata se kyun chupaya ki tuh abhukta hain?!! Ja!!! Ja!! Jhuti!! (Then how can you hide from your mother about your hunger?!! Go away!! Lier!! )" Padma sniffed hard while answering.
Uruvi was looking intently at their faces and hearing their conversation. She understood one thing. That would go nonstop if she did not interrupt. So she decided to interrupt. She ran to Padma and hugged her from back. Then she told her jiji Supriya with authority -
"Yeah sab nahin chalega. Ap kshama manglo. Aur kan pakd ke bolo ki Jiji aj se wahi hoga jo ap chahte Ho. (It is futile here. You beg mercy to Padma jiji and pull your own earlobe to say that from now onwards everything will go according to you.)"
Supriya looked at Uruvi. So also her elder sister Padma.
Then Supriya put her palms on her own earlobes and told to Padma "Aj se wahi hoga jo ap chahe!!! (From now onwards I will do accordingly. As told by you.)"
Padma tilted her head to Supriya and wiped her tears gently. Then she had pecked softly on her baby sister's head. "Smaran rahe!!! (Remember that!!)" She warned her with a smile.
"Rahega!!! (I will remember it!!)" Her Supriya told her calmly. With a gentle smile on her beautiful face.
Uruvi hugged the neck of Padma. In love. She was too happy!! She could be able to watch up between Padma and Supriya!!! Why should not she be so happy?!!
Padma made another face and kissed on the palm of Uruvi. Then she added happily "Ab kya mujhe marne ki irada hain!!! (So now you want to choke me up!!)"
Uruvi made a face and hid her face in the left side of Padma's neck. She with a grin ran her fingers of left hand. Through the hair of Uruvi. She now had determined her plan. She could not leave her Su to die here alone!!! She had to take her with them. And in it she needed the help of Uru too!!!
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At the kitchen garden of the same hut: At afternoon:
Three girls were now siting face to face. They were seen eating foods in each others hands. Padma, the elder od them, was making a ball of rice and put it inside the mouth of both of her baby sisters one by one. Supriya sat happily. While Uruvi was seen behaving like a sulking child. She was trying to draw the attention of her elder sister and snatch the ball of rice from her hands every time that she made for Supriya. In reality she was not a jealous type. Just the had no elder sisters. She had a twin brother but no sister. Her sister-in-law never had loved her. She craved for the love of elder sister's. To play pranks with them. To sleep in their laps. To hear the stories from them. When after her marriage she met with Padma and Supriya, she got two loving sisters. So only to them both she could behave like a child. She loved to behave like this way!!!
"Mujhe do!!! (Give it to me!!)" She had opened her mouth agape everytime when Padma tried to feed Supriya!!! She loved to do that!!!
"Are!!! Tuh janam ki bhubhi hain kya?!! (Oh my god!!! Are you hungry for ages??!!)" Padma made a face while asking this. In reality she also enjoyed their this me time together. After so long years.
"Ha. (Yes.)" Uruvi dragged her hand to her own mouth and put the rice ball inside. Then she munched it merrily. With a sound. Then she patted on her stomach and made a satisfied sound.
Supriya chuckled softly. She missed her this foolish sister very much. She now knew why she was in so hurry to defend upon the earth again.
Padma had made a face and lifted her both hands to smack Uruvi who in response had just produeced her own tongue absentmindedly when Seven boys entered the kitchen garden in grey hurry. They looked at each other with shock. They never witnessed a cute scene like that in their lives. They never saw this mischievous side of their little mother Uruvi.
One of them suppressed his laughter and came near Supriya. Then he sat down in his feet and ran his hands on his stomach. "Maiya, hame bhojan do. Bhukh lagi hain. (Mother, give me the food. I am starving.)" He added with a naughty smile.
Supriya looked at his face intently. She recalled the smile. She knew who it was!!!
"Abasya, Shatru!!! Jake hat toh dhole. (Okay, Shatru. Wipe your hands. At first.)" She answered him calmly.
Another boy, look alike of the first one, came forward and touched her feet while telling this "Maiya, Main Shatru hoon. Yeah toh Dip hain. (Oh no, mother, you are wrong. My name is Shatru. He is Dip.)"
She pulled his earlobe softly and told him "Tere bachpan ke swabhab nahi gaya!!! Maiya main shatru hoon. Woh Dip hain kehne ki!!! (I see that your childhood habit of telling lies did not change a bit. Mother I am Shatru. He is Dip. You told me thousand times.)"
The boy pouted his lips angrily. He did not know that his mother could be able to identify him instantly. Then he hugged her waist tightly. He loved to hug her since his childhood.
The first boy nodded his head slowly. On plaseure. He knew that his twin brother would lost the bet. In his own youth heart he knew that no mother could make a mistake to identity her son. Their mother Supriya could not. Even if she went away. 13 yrs ago. He came to her and touched her feet. In devotion. He always wanted to be the security guard of his mother. To save her form any calamity.
Shatrunjay & Dpitatva (Supriya's Shatru & Dip)
She kissed on the forehead of both and asked them how their training was going on Dwarka and Mathura. They blabbered everything. They both loved to share everything with her. Since their childhood they were still deprived of her love. They had tons of things to share with her.
Other five boys were standing at the far. They were extremely shy in her presence. For no reason. They wanted to ran to her. But was not sure. She was not looking aged more than her early twenty. Due to her staying at the Kailash in those 13 yrs. And they all were matured. They retained their own hearts yet matured in bodies. So they were uncomfortable to break the silence between them and their dear mother Supriya.
One of them a dusky colored boy had cleared his throat and came forward to her. He touched her feet in love and devotion. He put a big white garland on her feet. Her big beautiful black eyes got blurred in tears. He wanted her to remember him while in reality as a mother she never forgot her most shy and timid introvert Satya. He was the only person who loved to pay his tribute to her. As his Goddess!!! The young Boy worshipped his mother first and then his god's!!!
She put her hands on his forehead and blessed him wholeheartedly
"Chiranjeebi vab. Satya ki bhati mere Satya ki nam is Biswa main udbhasit ho. (Be praiseworthy. Like truth the name of my dear son Satya, stands for Truth, will be revealed to all.)"
His eyes were blurred too in tears. He lifted his eyes towards Supriya in the deep shock. He did not believe that she could remember him too. Shatru and Dip and their mannerisms could be identified, but not his soul. Then how could she do that?!!
She smiled brightly at him and pulled him close. Then she softly pecked on his forehead with affection while saying this "Mata ko apne Putra ko pehchane main samay nahin lagta. Uski hriday putra ke har dhadkan ko janti hain. (A mother does not need to identify her son. She can sense his presence by reading his heart beat.)"
Satyasen or Satya (exact replica of his biological father Shone)
He smiled meekly and showed his Dhanush to her. "Dekh Maiya, tere Satya ko pitashree ki dhanush mila. (See by yourself, mother, your Satya received the bow of father.)" He told it to her proudly.
She kissed his chin. In Love. She was sure that for it he had to defeat at least his bothers Vrish and Chitra. She felt so proud of him!!!
All of a sudden an arrow came to her and fell on her feet. The person who threw the arrow stood rigidly and proud. He did not introduce himself. As if he expected that his this arrow would announce his identity. To his dear mother.
Chitrasen or Chitra (replica of his father Karna)
She lifted his eyes and when looked at his face she was shocked. He looked like and exact replica of his father. young Basusen. She recalled the boy who stood in front of a hungry tiger bravely. To save a young girl. Her!!!
She blushed hard. This boy's regal style of standing, confident look in his eyes, magnetic personality all were screaming aloud his identity. He was her Chitra!!! Her dear Chirasen!!!!
She bent down and lifted the arrow. Then she took the bow from Satya and put the arrow to the Bow. She pulled her string with her index finger and thumb and effortlessly tossed it into the air.
Then she screamed aloud "Jao. Jake mere Chitra ko keh do mata ko uske har ek bat smaran hain. (Go. To my son Chitra. To tell him that his dear mother had never forgotten him.)"
The arrow toppled over the air and ran though his back wavy hair. With the speed of lightening. As if it was blessing him.
He looked at her direction with awe. She smiled at him proudly. Both the mother and her son had recognized each other. By this archery test.
Another dusky complexioned yet an extremely handsome boy came to her and put down his sword in her feet. He loved to surrender his weapon to his mother. Since his early childhood.
"Mata!!!" He had tried to introduce himself when she signalled him to stop. He obliged. He was an obedient son of hers.
She lifted him gently by leaning to him and uttering this "Putra Sushen, ap abhi tak nahin badle!!! (Sushen, my son, you didn't change a bit.)" In front of her eyes roamed his sweet face. He was looking like the same. Still now!!!
Young Sushen
The boy looked at her direction and folded his hands. In deep respect. He loved to pay tribute to his mother.
She kissed his forehead with love. Then she went near two other boys standing there meekly. One of them was introvert while the other one was extremely extrovert and naughty.
The naughty one pouted his lips to her cutely and added grumpily "Mate, tu mujhe nahin pehchani?!!! (Mother, can't you remember me?!!)" His dear mother had forgotten him that type of thought was stressing him.
She pulled his hair happily. This boy!! Did not changed a bit!!! His way of talking had given away his identity!! Even today he loved to talk nonsense by putting his both hands at his hip!! Like his childhood days!!!
"Ha Prasen, ja. Jake sab ko bol de hi mate nahin pehchani tujhe. (Okay MT dear Prasen, go to all and tell them that your mother don't recognize you a little bit.)" She told him happily.
He smiled at her divinely. He became extremely handsome. He had big blue eyes with Fair complexion and with a charming personality. Yes at heart he was still 3 years old naughty toddler Prasen who loved to play pranks with his mother!!! Among his siblings only he had the bad habit to talk to her in a specific manner!!! He always talked with her as "Tu" instead of "tum" or "ap".
Young Prasen
At last she faced the meek Boy who stood lowering his head to the floor.
She put her hands on the shoulders of the boy and asked him softly "Bana, apni Maiya ki pass nahin ana tha kya ki dur khara rah gaya?!! (Banasen, my son, don't you come to your mother? Then why you are standing so far?!!)"
The boy with a shock lifted his own eyes to her face. It was moister. He was crying fanatically. He thought his mother remembered all but forgotten himself.
Banasen or Bana
She wiped his tears gently and added with pride "Main apni Bishakha ko dewa vachan aur uske putra ko kyse bhul sakti hoon?!! (How can I forget my sister like Bisahkha and her dear son?!!)"
He clutched her hands tightly and stammered a little bit while telling this "Maiya main apka Putra hoon. Mere liye mere palne wali Mata hi bhagwan hain. Yeah satya hain ki mere Mata ne mere pran ki raksha karne ke liye apni prano ki ahuti de di. Parantu agar ap na hoti toh aj main kisi mandir main bhikh mang raha hota. Apne pet katke apne hi khilaya. Apne siksha diya. Ucit aur anuchit main farak samjhaya. Mere jyse ek sadharan balak ko Raj Kumar bana diya. Woh bhi Dan beer Karna Putra. Maiya ap mere bhagwan ho. (Mother, I am your son. Not anyone else's. It is true that that my biological mother had died to save me. But it was you who took me under your wings. You gave me name. You made pots forus.You had fed me even if you yourself were hungry. You gave us a good upbringing and education. You gave away us so that we can enjoy the luxury of the world and put a stone on your heart. You had transformed a simple boy like me into a prince. That also son of the benevolent king Karna. You are not only my dear mother, you are my god!!!)"
Supriya could not be able to listen more. She put her hands on his mouth to stop him uttering this nonsense. Her eyes were blurred in tears yet she was so proud of her sons!!! They had bestowed the love of the world on her feet. They made her not only the best mother of the world but also their own goddess!!!
"Bas kar, bawre. (Stop it, stupid.)" She told it to Bana and closed her eyes too tightly. She was so happy today!!! As a mother!!!
All seven of them hugged her tightly from around and yelled aloud in joy
"Maiya ap hamare bhagwan ho!!! (Mother you are our real goddess!!! Truly!!!)"
In this way that day Supriya was been able to be united with her beloved 7 sons who worshipped her everyday. That type of mother was rare in the earth today!!! So also that type of the boys to whom parents were their Aradhya and they could donate their young lives for them happily!!!! Hail to mother Supriya and her sons!!!
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Can see Sons bring her back to them? Will Padma make a plan to convince Supriya? Will she face with Karna, Vrish and Vrishi and what will be their reactions? Stay tuned for more updates. Enjoy.
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