Glossary:
Terms/Concepts:
*Prahar – Sanskrit term for unit of time (approximately 3 hours)
*Kaumodaki Mace – the mace in the hands of Lord Vishnu or Narayana
*Khandava Forest – ancient forest mentioned in the Mahabharata; Arjuna and Krishna cleared this forest through a forest fire to enable the construction of their kingdom 'Indraprastha'
*Siddhasana Posture – ancient seated aasana (pose) suitable for meditation
*Malas - garlands or necklaces
*Tulsi - sacred Hindu plant considered the incarnation of Goddess Lakshmi (hence also known as Vrinda); Tulsi plant is very dear to Lord Sri Narayana
Characters in this part:
*Lord Sri Narayana – refers to Maha Vishnu; his form where he is situated in his yogic slumber on the celestial waters of the Ksheer Sagara
*Nara and Narayana Sages - known as the Hindu deity pair (two bodies with one soul); the twin-brother avatar (incarnation) of Lord Vishnu on Earth for the purpose of preservation of dharma; Arjuna and Krishna are referred to as the incarnations of Nara and Narayana (respectively) on Earth during the Dwapara Yuga
**Badrinath – was the sacred land of pilgrimage where both Nara and Narayana sages performed their austerities and meditation; this spot was bordered by the Alaknanda River
Names of Krishna used in this part:
*Madhava – meaning the 'Lord of fortune – Mahalakshmi (mother of the universe); also slayer of the demon Madhu
*Vasudeva Krishna– son of Vasudeva (Kunti's brother)
*Keshava – one with the long and beautiful locks of hair
*Geetacharya – the one who spoke the Geeta Upadesha to Arjuna on the Kurukshetra battlefields
*Geeta Govinda – another name for Krishna meaning 'protector of the cows' and the 'one who provided the Geeta Upadesha'
*Yadunandana – Son of the Yadu Dynasty
*Yashodha Maiya's Priya Nandan - the loveable son of Mother Yashodha
*Jaganmohana – The attractor of the three worlds
* Jagannatha – the Lord of the three worlds
*Shyaam – the beautiful dark-skinned one
Names of Arjuna used in this part:
*Partha – meaning 'son of Pritha (birth name of Kunti)'
*Dhananjaya – meaning 'the one who conquered wealth and gold'
*Gandivadhari – meaning 'wielder of the Gandhiva bow'
*Madhya Pandava – the middle (third) Pandava among the five brothers
*Shwethavahana – meaning the 'one with the milky white horses mounted to his pure white chariot'
*Phalguna – meaning 'the one born under the star Uttara Phalguni'
*Gudakesha – meaning 'the one who has conquered sleep'
*Vijaya - meaning 'always victorious or undefeatable'
*For further clarification on other terms and concepts, mentioned in earlier chapters - please refer to the Glossary section in the respective chapters!
**IMPORTANT: This update is a very special one for me. I was skeptical about writing this out in the first place, as it is literally a part of my heart written out- hence it is a sensitive topic for me. Through exploring my take on the beautiful bond of incomparable friendship between Krishna and his Partha, I have put forth my own heartfelt connection with the Lord, which some of you may be able to resonate with. Again some of you may agree with it, whereas others may not. I just kindly ask that we all be respectful of one another's opinions and sentiments!
The dimmed glow of the diyas, flickering in the chamber of Dhananjaya, danced across the unique complexion of the warrior who sat amongst them. Seeking their comforting companionship, as he willed himself to spend the ripening hours of dawn in solitude in their presence alone, away from disrupting the peaceful slumber of the remaining family members. Hours had trickled by since all had retired for the night, and the final prahar prior to the rising of Lord Surya Narayana were peaking, as Krishna remained settled in his deep slumber on the plush mattress situated in Phalguna's chamber. And the one who's heart he held, appeared to be wide awake in his seated position on the cooling marble floors of the chamber, as he silently observed the thin pink streaks creep their way between the raven-darkness of the night. Indicating the oncoming commencement of a brand-new day. Gifting with it a brand-new start at life.
The dusky tones of his silvery complexion, representing the greyish-black hues of the bark of the Arjuna tree – hence providing the warrior with his famous name, glowed in the golden rays of the dancing flames surrounding him. As he sat pondering over the remainder of the conversations that evening post Geetacharya's mind-liberating gyan - regarding the hidden series of truths behind the necessity and orchestration of the great Mahabharata battle.
"Hence in order to deliver the pious and annihilate the miscreants, as well as to re-establish the principles of religion, I advent Myself millennium after millennium (Bhagavad Gita, Verse 8)."
All present in the large sitting room, had appeared to be rooted to their spots and incapable of speech, as the words of Vasudeva Krishna sunk into their deeper understanding. Multiple truths had been revealed that evening. The war had been necessary – yet for reasons far beyond their minor understanding. They had been subjected to heaps of unbearable pain and sorrow from losing almost all they had considered family - yet these events had been destined to occur. They had slaughtered the shells of the countless number of Kaurava warriors housed on the fields of Kurukshetra during the staging of the battle - yet they had not killed. They had caused families to shatter, children and wives to accept father and husband-less lives, and almost completely destroyed the remaining hopes of the Kuru dynasty - yet they had not sinned. They had been mere instruments in the hands of the great master, whom one may call the Lord or Bhagawan – and played their part in assisting him in his purpose of re-establishing dharma. Through the delivering of the pious and annihilation of the miscreants via the orchestration of the most catastrophic war witnessed by mankind till this day.
Despite hearing the pearls of wisdom from the lips of the sustainer of the universe himself, four years back on the very fields of Dharmaksetra, Arjuna stood completely fazed as the words of his Sakha rang in his ears once again. No matter how many times heard, the words of the universal truth – the truth of creation, the truth of sustenance, the truth of destruction, the truth of life's sole purpose, the truth of the soul's immortality, the truth of our bond with the self, with others and the Almighty himself – would remain timeless. They were far beyond the clutches of time, as is the one who had spoken them.
And till time immemorial, this universe shall praise the great warrior, the Maha yodha Arjuna, the Nara of his Narayana, who had been the most fortunate one to be the direct recipient of this blissful series of truths, approximately 5000 years back on the holy grounds of Bharata Bhumi. Thereby providing the unattainable opportunity for all those till this day, and beyond, to lay eyes and ears on the pearls of wisdom uttered by Geeta Govinda himself in dialogue with his Partha– via one of the most sacred texts and influential works of literature ever gifted to mankind– the Bhagavad Gita.
With a blurry vision, further tormented by the oncoming tears, on the verge of slipping their great escape past his orbs, Arjuna had lifted his gaze to meet that of his dearest Sakha. His eternal companion. His best friend. His protector. He had felt his ruptured heart experience a soothing surge of peace, with the upward curl of his Madhava's lips – as the shine they emitted had brightened his ever-compassionate gaze.
"Your words hold the truth, Vasudeva. The highest truth. But, how will I ever be able to forgive myself for failing to protect my children? How will I ever find peace of mind knowing I had been a major cause of the death of our dearest Abhimanyu? If I had not granted him permission that day to break his way into the chakravyuha, in the absence of Arjuna, we would not have lost him to the mercy of the wicked Kauravas," sobbed Yudhishthira as he sunk to his knees. The hearts of the onlookers shattered to witness their Chakravarthi. The one who stood his ground in the midst of any earthshaking war, the great King Yudhishthira – sink to the floor. Finally bereft of the calmness and peace of mind that upheld his composure at all times.
Yudhishthira had briefly acknowledged the air nearly knock out of his chest, as he felt the sudden slam of a steel hard body against his, and the arms of a well-known frame wrap around his neck – holding his head securely in a tight embrace against a perfectly sculped shoulder. He had vaguely registered the onslaught of the salty pearls of sorrow escaping the eyes of his embracer, and dampening the hairs shielding his nape, as the callous fingers well versed at stringing the Gandiva, had shakily run through the fine strands of his fine black hair.
"No, you are not at fault, Jyesht," cried Arjuna as he had buried his face against the side of his elder brother's neck. "Please do not take the blame on your shoulders once again and abandon me further to the clutches of loneliness and insanity. Please, I beg you! What happened had been destined to take place."
"You have learned well, Partha," Krishna had murmured, as he lovingly gazed at both the eldest and Madhya Pandava brothers, kneeling on the marble floors. Cocooned in the safety of one another's arms. Providing one another solace for a crime they both remained innocent of. "Brother Yudhishthira, Abhimanyu was blessed to be remembered by the world for his heroic valour and prowess. Had you not allowed him to enter the chakravyuha that day, he would not be known to the world today, or in the upcoming eons as the brave warrior son of Arjuna, who brought fame to the name of his father by singlehandedly facing the unrighteously schemed attacks of many elder Kuru Maha Yodhas, with his righteously guided ones.
Abhimanyu was destined to be remembered in such a worthy way post his death – which is why he was destined to enter the chakravyuha that day. So, in what way would you or the other Pandava warriors be held responsible for his death?" questioned the Lord of the Universe as he locked eyes with each of the brothers.
Arjuna, despite the fresh wave of sorrow that had washed over him with the topic of his son's death, felt his heart swell with paternal pride as he allowed the words of his Sakha to sink in. Yes, his Son had been unrightfully attacked and killed on the battlefield. Yet, the young boy had bravely put up against the unrighteous attacks of the great Kaurava warriors, while displaying both his valour and prowess to its full potential before sinking to the ground – bereft of the breath of air that had kindled the flame of his soul in the shell known to the world as 'Abhimanyu.' The great warrior son of the mighty Gandivadhari Arjuna. The son who had accomplished his goal of securing fame to the name of his father and the dynasties to which he belonged.
"What has happened has happened as destined to take place. All have suffered tragically from the inevitable outcomes of this devastating war. As much as it was a 'dharma yudh,' it was a catastrophic one as well. We've each lost at least a part of ourselves to this battle, and in exchange have received the gift of rightfully established dharma, coated by inevitable pain and grief. We may never be able to forget the pain of our past, which is a part of the laws of nature – but let us not allow it to guide our future and what it holds for us. Let us move towards a brighter tomorrow, Brothers. Prepare yourselves to tackle whatever is yet to come, as the unbreakable union you were, are and will always be remembered as – the Pandavas."
The warmth that had encompassed his entire being was beyond the justification of mere words, as Arjuna felt the arms of the Madri twins wrap around his torso, while joining the group embrace of the brothers. He was positive he had witnessed a pleasant shiver of newly kindled hope shoot down his spine, as his shaking hand had ruffled the luscious locks of Nakula, and his trembling parched lips had pressed against the crown of Sahadeva's head. Despite the endless tears of joy, resulting from the much awaited embrace putting an end once and for all to the years of isolation, cascading down their cheeks, the brothers had let out a watery chuckle as they felt a massive weight slam against their moulded embrace – nearly knocking them off their knees. Without a doubt, indicating the joining of the second Pandava, who's trunk-like arms had heartily encircled the shoulders of his four other brothers, as he pulled them closer against the secure confines of his mighty chest.
"Always," Arjuna had whispered as the large hand of Vrikodhara caressed his locks.
"Always," the brothers had responded, as they held onto one another. Making a silent promise to uphold this unbreakable bond – as the 'Pandavas' - till the end of time.
"Always," murmured a silky voice, effectively bringing Arjuna out of his thoughts, as he felt the well-known arms – expert at wielding the Kaumodaki mace. The arms he'd longed to be ensnared in for a while now, wrap around his shoulders.
"Madhava," murmured Arjuna as he let his head rest against the shoulder of the one who had settled on the floor next to him. As the latter pulled him closer into the warm side embrace and ran his fingers through the rich curly locks of Gudakesha's hair.
A soft chuckle escaped the heavenly lips of Keshava, ringing across the walls of the serenely silent chamber, as he regarded his Partha with a mischievously raised eyebrow.
"Always trying to deliver due justice to your christened name as 'Gudakesha,' Partha?" chortled Krishna, as a sheepish smile flitted across the features of Arjuna. "All of Aryavarta is well aware of the fact that you have conquered sleep, my Sakha. You have no need to keep proving it from time to time, you know!"
"You very well know that was not my intention, Madhava!" huffed Arjuna, though a wide grin remained on his face, highlighting his fatigued features in the glowing dimness of the room.
"Ahh, and who would know you far better than I, my dearest Sakha," murmured Krishna as he tilted his moon-like cheek down to rest against the side of Dhananjaya's forehead. "But, let us both hear it from your own lips. What is it that has deprived my dear Partha of his precious sleep tonight?"
Krishna, with amusement dancing in his eyes, keenly observed an unusually silent Arjuna, who would usually speak volumes in his presence. His eyes travelled down to the fidgeting fingers of his friend, resting in his lap. Then travelled back up to the chiseled jawline, where he observed that well known twitch of the muscle – always the silent indicator of Dhananjaya's tensed state.
"Oh, dear God, had I occupied too much space on the bed? My innocent Partha! You should have awoken me or even nudged me back to my side! Why remain here on the floor throughout the night?"
Arjuna slightly lifted his head to lock his watery gaze with the amused one of his Krishna, as a knowing smile curved the lips of the latter, while observing the tears clouding the sharp orbs of his Partha.
"Why, Madhava?"
"Why what, Partha? Why did I occupy too much space on the bed?"
"Why do you joke with me? Why do you engage yourself in a playful nature with me? Why do you laugh with me and at me? Eat with me and feed me? Play pranks with me and on me? Silently listen to me as I argue or banter with you? Sleep next to me or on my lap? Why do you harshly reprimand me when I have committed a mistake, yet you're also the first one to wipe my tears and embrace me when it pains?" cried Arjuna. "Why do you do all this?"
"Am I not allowed to, Partha?"
"But you are beyond all this and what you appear to be. Beyond time and its creation. Then, how can you be this way with me?"
"I believe the real question is...why do you allow me to, Partha?"
Arjuna was at a loss for words as he pondered on the deeper meaning hidden behind the simple question posed by Krishna. Why did he allow such a bond to develop between the both of them? What exactly did he feel with his Madhava, that he was and would never be able to feel with another? Who was Arjuna when he was with his favourite Yadunandana, that he was not when dwelling in the presence of others?
Arjuna. That was it. He was Arjuna. He was his true self without any restrictions or filters, which he often found himself subconsciously adorning when around others. He was 'Prince Arjuna' for the kingdom and its subordinates. 'Brother Arjuna' for the Pandavas. 'Putra Arjuna' for Maatha Kunti. 'Aarya Arjuna' for his wives. He had been 'Pithashree Arjuna' for his Abhimanyu and Shrutakarma, and 'Uncle Arjuna' for the remaining Upapandavas. And he would always remain the most special 'Arjun Baba' for his Mitravinda.
But with Krishna, and only Krishna, was he solely Arjuna. No need for a title or filter. He was just Partha. Madhava's Partha.
One of the only bonds in our lives which we're able to select ourselves and nurture for the remainder of our lifetime. The one bond that, when true, remains with us throughout thick and thin, through both the joyful and testing times – providing constant companionship and guidance where needed. The one bond that may or may not agree with our views and opinions, yet accepts us for who we are, without even the slightest tinge of judgement clouding its perception. And what have we come to identify that bond as?
"Because...I see you as my friend, Madhava. I know that's bizarre, as you are way beyond my comprehension, and I am not at all even worthy to share such a bond with you-"
"Am I not worthy of being your friend, Partha?"
"No, that is not what I meant, Madhava. It's I who am not worthy of it," sighed Arjuna as he allowed his fatigued lids to close for a brief moment. "Why do you allow me to see you more as a friend than as the Lord of the Universe, which is who you are in actuality? Why do you, by your actions, encourage me to treat you as my friend, when in reality you are beyond my or anyone's comprehension. You are the Soul of the Universe and I'm a mere subordinate of it. I am not worthy of sharing a bond of friendship with you."
"And how are you to decide that, my Sakha?" questioned the soothing voice of Yashodha Maiya's Priya Nandan near the left ear of Arjuna, as his butter-soft fingers continued to gracefully run through the soft curls of Shwetavahana's lustrous hair.
Arjuna's eyelids fluttered open, as he willed himself to meet the gaze of his most admired hero, who wore a soft smile on his lips.
"Is this what you ask for, Madhava? From us?"
Krishna remained silent for a moment as he let his lotus eyes explore the sharp and confused ones of Dhananjaya, who was perplexed as to why the Lord of the Universe would want his children to treat him as a friend. Why did he prefer this bond so much?
"What more could I ever ask for, Partha?" whispered Krishna as he continued to intently hold the gaze of the latter.
"Why though, Madhava?" questioned Arjuna as befuddlement clouded his features. "Why do you want your children to be able to identify a friend in you? Why not a Mother or Father?"
"There is nothing I am not, Partha. You need to understand this reality first. I am a Mother. I am a Father. I am a Guru. I am a Brother. I am a Lover. I am a Husband. And I am a Son as well. However one decides to see me, identify me and connect with me – I'm there for that individual in whichever bond he or she desires to share with me. When a child calls out 'Maa,' I'll be there to embrace my child in my arms and cradle him or her in my lap. When a child calls out 'Baba,' I'll be there to lift him or her on my shoulders. When one calls out 'Gurudeva,' I'll be there to guide my disciple towards the truth, and when one calls out 'Brother,' I'll be there to shield my younger sibling from any harm. When one loves me by heart, and sees me as a lover or husband, I will reciprocate their selfless love with my own. And when one chooses to pamper me with motherly or fatherly affection, then I myself become the child.
And most importantly I am a friend. You asked me, Partha, why I desire to be identified as a friend by my children? You tell me...why do you see a friend in me?"
Arjuna held the compassion-filled gaze of Krishna with his blurry ones as the words tumbled, control-free from his lips, as if forcefully dragged out by a magnetic force.
"I am myself with you. I'm able to be who I am, my true self. Free from all titles and filters, only in your presence, Madhava. I'm able to breathe, think, speak, and react without a second thought. I'm able to speak my mind with you, without the fear of being judged."
"And that Arjuna, is the gift of a true friendship. A true friend will always remain a constant companion, even when he or she may not physically be present. A true friend will attempt to persuade his friend from straying on the wrong path, even if a harsh reprimand must be made to enable that possible. Yet, he is always there to comfort and guide his friend. A true friend may not agree with all your opinions and views, yet will never judge. And this is the most important aspect – there is no room for even the slightest tinge of judgement in a true friendship."
"And that is why you are a friend, not only to me, but to all forms of life in this universe. Right, Madhava?"
Arjuna felt a pang in his heart, as he witnessed the shining glaze cloud over the most beautiful pair of lotus eyes ever seen, despite the soft chuckle that slipped past the rosebud like lips.
"A true friendship is as selfless as a Mother's love and a Father's care, Partha. It is one of the most treasured gifts of this cosmic creation, that is not pre-determined, and instead left in the hands of each individual. To find and nurture the type of friendship he or she desires with another. What more can I ask for, my Sakha? Than to share this beautiful gift of a bond with my children?"
A tear slipped the blurred vision of Phalguna's orbs, as he shakily questioned, "And you will never judge any of your children? Just like you never judged me?"
A soft whimper escaped the lips of Gandivadhari, as the delicate hands of Krishna grasped his stubbled cheeks. His entire body trembled in pure ecstasy with the contact of Keshava's lips, as they sealed against his forehead. Vasudeva pressed the petal-like lids shielding his enchanting eyes close, as a lone drop of pearl hurriedly escaped its confines to stream down his luminous cheek. Slipping past the perfectly sculpted jawline of Jaganmohana, to find homeage on the stubbled philtrum of Vijaya. Who felt his own cheeks coat with the stream of tears taking flight in response to the tremble of Krishna's lips, as they moved against the skin of his forehead.
"This is not just for you, Partha. It is for each and every one of my children who fail to feel my presence within and next to them. I am always with you. Do you not feel me? Close your eyes, My Child. Cease all thoughts of helplessness and negativity. Open your inner eye and see me to your heart's content. The unmatchable warmth you will feel are my arms wrapping you into the securest embrace you've ever known. And the fleeting feathery touch against your forehead, are my lips against your skin – sealing the eternal promise of togetherness.
"When have I judged you, my Dear Child? You only remember me and your actions from this lifetime. But I've known both the true you, and the results of your actions accumulated over many many lifetimes, My Dear," chuckled the Lord. If I haven't judged you then, what makes you believe I will judge you now, or in the future?
I will be there by your side to guide you during each and every step of your path, while persuading you from straying onto the wrong one. Just as a Mother, despite the fear of her child facing an injury, allows her child to learn to walk independently at times, the small downfalls you may come across while treading through the path of life, are my ways of allowing you to experience the reality of this material world. Yet, in the next moment itself – the comfort that seeks you of its own accord, is my motherly instinct cradling you in a warm embrace, and wiping away the pain that had engulfed you with soothing kisses.
I will guide you regarding the differentiation between right and wrong, as a true friend. But, I will never judge you, My Child. I have always accepted you for you are, with all your perfections and your flaws. And I will continue to do so, while loving you unconditionally. For who you are – which is my child and most importantly...my friend."
Arjuna lifted his trembling fingers to the cheek of Krishna, as they gently wiped away the trail left behind by the pearl of unconditional love expressed by the Lord, as he willed himself to speak.
"Thank you, Madhava. Thank you for accepting us all."
Krishna smiled as Arjuna shifted himself to lay his head on the lap of the controller of the cosmic manifestation himself, as he replied, "There is no question of acceptance versus unacceptance, Partha. I cannot choose to accept or not accept a part of myself. A part of myself will always remain a part of myself, no matter what. You are all an inseparable part of me."
Arjuna smiled contentedly, as he felt the one hand of Madhava caress his curly locks in a soothing manner, and the other pat his shoulder in a rhythmic pattern – gently lulling him towards a peaceful slumber. Yet, his mind refused to retire for the remaining couple of hours of the night, as one other question demanded itself to be addressed.
"Madhava, we've become the bestest of friends since I met you for the very first time. We've been through many ups and downs together, and always emerged victorious, as we were together. The most memorable moments of my life were shared with you. From trekking through the villages and along the seashores of Dwaraka, to burning the Khandava forest, and receiving the Geeta Upadesha from you. You define this Partha. But, why in the deepest depths of my heart, do I feel that I've been connected with you over many many lifetimes? Even since the beginning of time itself? Despite my mind reprimanding me for these baseless thoughts put forth by my heart, why do I feel we shared such a connection even before I had been gifted to dwell in this shell known to the world as 'Arjuna' for this lifetime?"
The Kala chakra seemed to spin back in time before him, as Krishna let his eyes close, entering a meditative state. The lotus eyes of Jagannatha that have the capacity to cover the three worlds within a single glance, allowed itself to settle on the newly altered surroundings. They were no longer in the royal bed chamber of Hastinapura.
The rippling of the Alaknanda River jostled the Lord out of his trance as his divine petals fluttered open to scrutinise the serene surroundings of the sacred soils of Badrinath once again.
"Om...Om..."
An all-pervading smile bloomed itself on his nectar-like lips, as his perked ears registered the 'Omkara' – the cosmic sound of creation, reverberating from the lips of the individual seated next to him on the banks of the holy river. With eyes holding utmost endearment and love for the one their sight fell upon, Narayana Rsi gazed at his eternal companion who was seated next to him, ensnared within the tangle of soul deep meditation.
There sat Sage Nara, clad in a saffron robe with layers of tulsi beads adorning his neck and arms in the form of malas. Seated in the Siddhasana posture next to his companion, his focal point set on the All-pervading Almighty – Nara Rsi uttered the syllables signifying the essence of the ultimate and absolute truth, 'Om.'
The calming flow of the Alaknanda River and the peaks of the surrounding Himalayan mountains, filled with their ever many species of life, offered their silent, yet respectful obeisance unto the sacred meditative penance of the eternal companions, the Nara-Narayana sages – engaged in their severe austerities for the welfare of the world and its mankind.
And within a flash, the surroundings of the open fields of the sacred Badrinath lands vanished, as Vasudeva Krishna once again opened his eyes to witness the silent bedchamber of Dhananjaya, glowing in the dimmed lighting of the oil diyas. The soft fingers of Keshava gently caressed the forehead of Partha, who was fast asleep in his lap, with the shadow of a peaceful smile on his lips.
"Trust your heart, Partha," murmured Krishna with the enchanting smile of all-pervading knowledge shining on his features. "You've shared an inseparable connection with me since the beginning of time itself. Difference being I remember the entire journey of our eternal companionship, whereas you do not," he spoke as he stared at the sleeping form of his dear friend. The mighty Pandava warrior Arjuna, who had been none other the Nara of Narayana Rsi – who was Sri Krishna himself.
"Sleep well, my dearest Sakha," whispered the heavenly lips of Lord Sri Narayana himself as they pressed against the hairline bordering the dusky forehead of Dhananjaya. "Till time immemorial you will be remembered as my Partha. Shyaam's Paartha. The inseparable bond of eternal companionship – ParthaShyaam."
To Be Continued...
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