Glossary:

Terms/Concepts:

*Jyesht - eldest (Arjuna uses it to refer to Yudhishthira as elder brother)

*Anuj - younger brother

*Putron - sons (plural form of putra)

*Makhan - butter

*Bansuri - Krishna's flute

*Gurukula - the training years of the Pandavas and Kauravas as they lived in the ashrama (hermitage) of their Guru Dronacharya

*Gurudakshina - honorarium provided to a Guru for education received

*Bhagavad Gita - 700-verse major Hindu scripture (a part of the epic Mahabharata). The narrative of the Gita is organized in a dialogue format which takes place between Shri Krishna and Arjuna on the Kurukshetra battlefields before the commencement of the war.

*Geeta Saar - the nectar-like knowledge of the ultimate truth delivered to Arjuna by Krishna on the battlefield

*Khandavaprastha - the half of the Kuru kingdom lands provided to the Pandavas when the kingdom was split between the cousins. The Pandavas later constructed Indraprastha here.

Characters:

*Nara and Narayana - 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

*Eklavya - a young prince of the Nishadha clan (a confederation of jungle tribes in Ancient India)

Names of Krishna used in this part:

*Madhava - meaning the 'Lord of fortune - Mahalakshmi (mother of the universe); also slayer of the demon Madhu

*Narayana - refers to Maha Vishnu in his yogic slumber on the celestial waters of the Ksheer Sagara (ocean of milk)

*Murali Manohara - the one who charmingly attracts all while playing his flute (murali)

*Dwarakadheesh - Ruler of Dwaraka

*Shyamasundara - 'cloud-colourd' (dark-skinned) beautiful one

Names of Arjuna used in this part:

*Partha - meaning 'son of Pritha (birth name of Kunti)'

*Gandivadhari - meaning 'wielder of the Gandhiva bow'

*Dhananjaya - meaning 'the one who conquered wealth and gold'

*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'

*Parantapa - he is praised using this name by Krishna; meaning 'the subduer of enemies'

*Gudakesha - meaning 'the one who has conquered sleep'

*Kapidhwaja - meaning 'the one who's chariot has the flag of a monkey (kapi)' - Lord Hanuman

*Vibhatsu - meaning 'the one who appears fearsome in wars and always fights fairly in a terrific way'

**For clarification on other terms (already used in previous chapters) - please refer to the Glossary sections under the respective chapters!

asato mā sadgamaya,

tamaso mā jyotirgamaya,

mṛtyor mā'mṛtaṃ gamaya

Translation:

From falsehood lead me to truth,

From darkness lead me to the light,

From death lead me to immortality.

(Lyrics of the Pavamana Mantra, Brhadaaranyaka Upanishad)

This is known as the 'Realization' or 'Transformation' mantra which allows the reciter to request the Almighty for guidance to live a truthful life - bringing one towards the light of wisdom and the true understanding of the self (Self or soul realization).

The evening sunlight streamed an ember glow upon the sharp features of Gandivadhari, highlighting the perfection of his facial attributes, along with the treacherous tear that escaped the confines of his weary eyes, as he sat by the windowsill of his darkening chamber. As if unable to bear the separation any longer, the traitorous drop of pearl ran down the ridged path of his stubble-coated cheeks, and let itself drop in surrender to its fate formed by the sharp curve of his chiseled jawline, to land on the smooth greenish-blue hair strokes of the small feather adorning the palm of Dhananjaya. The feather Madhava had left in the possession of his dear Sakha before departing for Dwaraka, post the coronation of Yudhishthira at Hastinapura.

As the tips of his fingers gently brush over the smooth surface of the eye-catching bright hues of blue and green, Arjuna let the soft petals of his eyes close. While allowing his thoughts to drift back towards the words of Vasudeva Krishna, which had been part of mere conversations with him throughout his past, only to become divine lessons that had propelled him forward during both joy and testing times of his life. Would they bring him the solution for his current inner conflict as well?

"The one by whom others are not agitated and who is not agitated by others, who is free from joy, envy, fear, and anxiety, is also dear to Me, Arjuna." (Bhagavad Gita, 6.35)

He was agitated by his brothers. Due to his inability to speak his heart out to them about that dreadful day, where he lost his aim of life. When he lost his Abhimanyu. And likewise, his brothers were agitated due to him. Due to their fear that they have wronged him, and as a result lost him to the clutches of void and a state of aloofness. They have wronged one another by letting these agitated thoughts and guilt take reigns over their peace of mind for far too long. And Subhadra had paved the way for him to realize that his brothers needed him, just as much as he needed them. With a shaky breath of inhaled air, Arjuna realized that he must initiate the change he wished to see in their lives.

"I need you with me, Madhava. Out of many billions of living beings in this world, you chose me, a mere Kshatriya prince who was ready to accept defeat to avoid fighting the war against my loved ones - and enlightened me with your Geeta Saar. I was only able to indulge in and emerge victorious from that destructive Kurukshetra battle, as you were with me. You were there to hold my hand. To protect me. To pat my shoulder. To provide your shoulder for me to lean on. To encourage me with your wisdom-filled words to accomplish my dharma. To help me make my life's most difficult decisions, under your well-wishing guidance - in moments where I felt I was losing myself to the void. When I was losing myself to my internal battle. And here I am... losing my sanity to that battle once again, Madhava. I need you by my side. Your Partha needs you," he whispered as another traitorous drop of longing escaped the outer corner of his eye to join his brother on his journey down the slope of Shwethavahana's cheek.

As a strong gust of wind, filled with the sweet smell of seasonal cherry blossoms, blew in through the open window, a soft touch caressed the prickly cheeks of Phalguna, startling him out of his thoughts as it wiped away the source of the wetness. Arjuna felt his attention being pulled towards his lap, as he felt the source of the gentle touch drift to find accommodation there. Tears of longing filled the eyes of Parantapa as they travelled over the iridescent blues, bordered by the copper-brown rings radiating shades of Java and Burmese greens ending in mellow yellow-hued tips of the fine haired feather. Belonging to the family of another symbol of superior knowledge guided by unconditional love - awarded the honor of decorating the golden and gem-encrusted crown of Madhava.

"I know you're with me always, Madhava," whispered Arjuna as he cradled the softness between his calloused palms and let the tips of his masculine fingers trail over the smooth fibres of the new peacock feather, sided by his original one. Both glowing in the rays of the evening sunlight. Together always. Just as Narayana and his Nara.

Simultaneously, miles away on route to Hastinapura, the rider of the chariot freed one hand from its grip on the reigns, as he felt the softness of a well-known caress against his moon-like cheeks. His fingers, coated by skin as silky and smooth as the makhan he indulges on, trailed over his affected cheek. The corners of his nectar filled lips, well-versed at subjecting stolen hearts to a trance-filled state via their kiss of union with his bansuri, turned up into an enchanting smile that further brightened his dazzling features. The lotus like eyes, true to their description - as the owner of them is simultaneously one with all, while aloof from the entanglements of worldly life - lit up with unconditional love and compassion as the soft lids above shielded them for a brief moment in time.

"I'm with you always, Partha. Go. It is now time for you to do what you must do. Focus on your actions, Dhananjaya, without the slightest worry about the fruits they shall bear for you. Do what you must do, and I will ensure they do not go to waste."

"Arjuna, why are you standing there at the entrance? Come in," came the calm voice of Dharmaraj Yudhishthira, from his seat in the centre of the royal sitting room. "Maatha and I were just recollecting the incidences that have shaped our lives, from the beautiful childhood years till now. Come join us."

Yudhishthira's weary gaze faltered as they regarded the Madhya Pandava, who stood rooted near the doorway, as the latter felt his throat dry up in response to the words uttered by his elder brother. How many unexpected turns their lives had taken thus far. From their beautiful and peaceful childhood years spent in the openness of nature, to the guilt and void lives they have been leading since these past few years in the luxury-filled palace of Hastinapura - the unmutual desire for which itself had sowed the seeds for the most destructive war this world has ever seen.

"Is something bothering you, Arjuna? You know you can share anything that's affecting you with me, right? I'm always here for you, Brother. Come here," murmured Yudhishthira, as he held his arms open to his dearest Phalguna.

Arjuna let his glassy orbs settle on the fatigued features of the eldest Pandava, who sat with a small smile on his face and his mighty arms outstretched, only half masking the longing he felt to hold his younger brother in his arms once again and comfort him like the old golden days.

"Why are you sitting here alone, Arjuna?" asked an adolescent Yudhishthira as he approached his younger brother, who was sitting alone on a ledge forming the entryway to one of the huts in their Gurukula.

Arjuna hastily wiped away the tears that had traitorously cascaded down his cheeks, as he turned to his elder brother with a bright, yet plastic smile on his face, that did no justice to illuminate his usually bright eyes.

"Nothing, Brother. I just wanted to sit here for a while before joining you all for dinner."

"Is something bothering you, Arjuna? You know you can share anything that's affecting you with me, right? I'm always here for you, my dear Brother. Come here," murmured Yudhishthira as he took a seat beside the weary form of his younger brother and opened his arms for him.

As a heart-wrenching sob escaped the lips of the young Dhananjaya, Yudhishthira watched him snuggle up, with his head in his lap and arms wound around his torso.

"Did you see how Duryodhana accused me, Brother? Did you see how he said Gurudeva was partial towards me, and that's why he had requested Eklavya's right thumb from him as Gurudakshina? Why, Jyesht? Am I not worthy enough to become the best archer this world has ever witnessed, on my own efforts?" sobbed Arjuna, as his tears wet the saffron-hued dhoti of the eldest Pandava Prince, who held the Madhya Pandava close to himself, and let his fingers run through his dark and rich curls in a soothing manner. Providing his silent comfort.

"Only time has the answers to certain questions, Arjuna. Everything happens for a reason, is all I can tell you," he murmured soothingly as he continued to caress the loose locks of the young Gandivadhari, gently cascading with the breeze of the cooling evening winds. "Believe in yourself and your skill for archery, Brother. We have all witnessed the wonders you are able to create with the bow in your hands. If Gurudeva believes you will become the best archer this world has ever laid eyes on, then there must be a deep meaning behind his words. Do not allow the words of those around you to enter your mind, and rob it of it's peace. Trust in yourself."

A small smile bloomed its way on the face of the third Pandava, as he tightened his arms around the torso of his elder brother, whose lap never failed to provide the warmth of a mother's lap, which they all dearly missed during these years in Gurukula.

"Thank you, Jyesht," murmured Arjuna as his eyelids began to droop with the oncoming weight of much needed rest, as he felt the son of Dharma lean down and press a soft kiss against his temple.

"No need to thank me, Arjuna. I only ask that you trust yourself. And trust that the arms of this Jyesht will always be open for you when you need me."

"Arjuna. Arjuna!" called out Kunti, shaking her third son out of his voyage down to a specific memory from years ago. "What's wrong, son? You did not respond to us!"

"Arjuna, what-

Yudhishthira's voice died down partway, as his eyes locked with the broken gaze of his younger brother, with the endless tears streaming down his face; a solid evidence of his unvoiced inner turmoil.

"Jyesht...." the broken Dhananjaya managed to stutter amongst his tear-choked voice, as he strode over towards his brother, and settled himself on the floor near his feet. While burying his face in his elder brother's lap, Arjuna's body shuddered with the sobs he had struggled to hold back for four long years, as they wracked though his entire being. He felt the unbearable grief he had been holding within rise to the surface, unable to withstand the pressure building up in his beating organ, as it found its release through endless streams of tears. Dampening the royal blue silks of the embroidered dhoti of the Chakravarthi, whose eyes welled up with unshed tears as he watched his younger one weep like a child in his lap.

"What's bothering you, my dear Arjuna?" questioned the eldest son of Maharajah Pandu, who himself was like a father for his four younger brothers.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Jyesht," came the muffled voice of the third Pandava, startling both Yudhishthira and Kunti.

"Arjuna, why are you apologizing? You've committed no mistake, Brother," replied an utterly confused Yudhishthira, who felt himself breaking with each sob of his brother's that berated against his lap.

"Mistake...I have committed no mistake, Jyesht. A sin. An unforgivable sin is what one can term my actions as. I've committed the unforgivable sin of turning a cold shoulder to the brother who was always there for me. The one who was present as a father for us to provide a shoulder to cry on, and a mother's lap - providing an escape from the tormenting reality to enter a world of unmatchable peace.

What have you not done for us, Brother? You gladly consumed a smaller portion of your meals during Gurukula years, while providing more for Brother Bhima and marvelling in the joy at seeing him relish it with unmatchable enthusiasm. You lovingly chastised Nakula for executing his pranks on Brother Bhima, while protecting him from the harmless beats of the latter. The way you would carry our baby Sahadeva on your back the whole way during our treks in the dense forests during our gurukula years collecting wood, when he would injure his foot - all with a selfless smile on your face. The way the strong arms of yours, which have the ability to wield the spear at a lightning speed, would wrap around our frames, holding us close and safe in our sleep, while staying alert throughout the night to protect us during our outdoor stays in the openness of Mother Nature."

Tears rolled down the eyes of Dharmaraj, as his fingers shakily ran through the luscious curls of Gudakesha, that still managed to maintain the same shine they did as during his youthful years, as he spoke, "You are my brothers, and more like my sons. What I have done is not much, but it brought immense pleasure to me to witness the shining smile on your faces in response."

Arjuna lifted his tear-stained face from the lap of his selfless brother, as his gaze locked with the latter's modest ones. "What you have done all your life is not much?" questioned an exasperated Dhananjaya. "Brother, I do not believe I know of a soul more compassionate than you. The one who chose Nakula, amongst all his brothers, to be brought back to life by Dharmaraja (Lord Yama), to ensure that both Maatha Kunti and Maatha Madri would each have a son to carry on their lineage. And, what's more remarkable is that you had not solely showcased your selfless nature to us. Your brothers. You were compassionate and loyal towards all, Jyesht."

"You were the one who knew no sin, even by a mere thought, and accepted and respected all for who they were. You never failed to provide respect to our eldest brother Karna, even when we knew nothing of his actual identity, and chastised us whenever we attempted to disrespect him. You were the one who was always ready to forgive and look beyond the evil deeds of Duyodhana and his brothers. The ones who had schemed countless number of times to bring upon our ends. You were the one who provided all due respect to Shakuni and never failed to address him as 'Mamashree,' despite knowing of and being affected by all he has done to plot against us since our initial steps into the kingdom of Hastinapura. You were the one who respected Maharajah Dhritarashtra as a father more than an uncle. And you continue to provide everything for his and Maatha Gandhari's comfort and respect, despite all he had sanctioned against us to support the evil schemes of his loveable son Duryodhana and Mama Shakuni," cried Arjuna as he once again let his cheek rest against the lap of the epitome of dharma himself.

As a tearful Kunti rested her hand on his shoulder, providing her silent comfort, Yudhishthira found himself at a loss for words. With tears streaming down his hollow cheeks, his fatherly hand absentmindedly stroked Arjuna's head as he spoke, "All that I have done was a part of my dharma. I have not done anything worthy of praise, Arjuna."

A teary smile formed on the dreary face of Dhananjaya, as he regarded the naivety of his elder brother's words. Had Brother Yudhishthira lived his entire life in the sole belief that his thoughts and actions were merely a reflection of his sense of dharma alone?

"No, Jyesht. What you have done all your life was not solely a reflection of your dharma. Or what you felt you had to do. It was a reflection of who you are - a true form of unconditional love and compassion. What you have done is all a part of your love and the respect you hold for all - regardless of who they are. An unconditional one which in itself forms the base of dharma. As when one chooses to act in love, live in love, speak in love, bond with others through love, and form each and every thought around feeling and yielding that love to others - then one automatically chooses to breathe, think, act and live in the way that is the most wisest, selfless and compassionate one. The way that is known to be the most 'dharmic' one."

The one who was known to remain calm and steady in the midst of even a war - hence named 'Yudhishthira,' maintained the honor of his name during the most testing times of his life. When the Pandavas had lost their father during their unripened years, and the responsibility of caring for his brothers had fallen solely on his young shoulders. When his uncle, the elder brother of his father, had attempted to persuade him to abandon his legal rights to the throne so that Duryodhana would become the crown prince. When his uncle had cunningly held his mother hostage in Hastinapura, in the name of familial ties, as the Pandavas moved to Khandavaprastha to establish their new kingdom. When his dear anuj Arjuna had to leave for his self-proclaimed 12-year exile away from Indraprastha. When he had lost his brothers to the gambling match, and had to witness the humiliation faced by their shared wife Panchali, as a result of the evil scheming of the Kauravas under the guidance of Shakuni. When he had to face and take part in the slaughter of his most respected elders of the Kuru dynasty on the battlefield. When the true identity of his elder brother, Karna, was revealed by their mother on his deathbed on the Kurukshetra fields. When he and his dear brothers had lost all colours to their lives, only surviving each passing minute under the unconditional love for and of their Mitra - the soul who had become their breath of oxygen, as they pulled themselves to survive day after day, post the most catastrophic battle of mankind.

True to his name, Yudhishthira remained a steady statue during this moment as well; amidst the raging battle brewing within him. The calmness of his frozen features and the stillness of his body would indicate his false state of steadiness to any passerby, who failed to notice his eyes. The wise eyes that knew nothing but conveying compassion towards all his gaze fell upon, spilled endless tears of his sorrows, which displayed the only evidence of his aching heart in response to his Phalguna's words.

"Brother Arjuna is right," came the voice of Nakula, startling the three occupants of the sitting room, as they looked up to see the remaining Pandavas near the entrance.

Arjuna's eyes shakily held the gaze of the eldest son of Queen Madri, desperately searching for the carefree bundle of mischievousness that once held permanent residence in those deep brown orbs. The same glint that brightened his handsome features as he sprinted away from the clutches of Vrikodhara, holding the latter's most desired platter of laddoos. Yet, just as a dying man failing to find the lost purpose to his life when he at last stumbles upon the mirage mistaken for a body of water in a lonely desert, Dhananjaya felt his parched throat dry further as he witnessed the weariness that had replaced the mischievous glint in his younger brother's eyes.

To the eyes of the world around them, he and his brothers appeared to have moved on post the battle. Evidenced by the formal smiles they wore on their handsome features, and their postures that spilled confidence during sabha sessions. Yes, they had lost almost all they held dear to themselves; their sons, grandfather, respected Guru, elder brother, friends and families to the war. But these losses were ones that had been acknowledged by themselves and those around them. Yet, there was one major loss that remained invisible to the eyes of the world, and the acknowledgement of the Pandu Putron themselves - the weakened bond between the five of them. Just as the repeated blows of attacks affects the strength of the five fingers gripping an object - thereby loosening its clutch, the repeated events of the Mahabharata fell as pelting blows on the lives of the Pandavas, progressively loosening the strength of their five-brother bonding. With the wrath bearing Kurukshetra battle providing the final shattering blow.

The five-brother bond that served as their reservoir of unlimited trust and strength throughout their life - during both times of joy and trial. The sole belief that they had one another to hold on to no matter what conflict decided to grace them with its presence. This was snatched away mercilessly by the outcomes of the war - and most specifically the death of Subhadra Nandhan Abhimanyu.

The brothers continued to care for one another and offer pleasantry smiles, yet the spark they ignited failed to brighten their dulled features. Arjuna struggled to hold the gaze of his brothers for long, in fear of his eyes betraying the raging disappointment he had experienced on the battlefields, when he had realized his brothers had failed to protect his loveable son. While the remaining Pandavas equally struggled to hold their dear brother's gaze. In the fear of coming face to face with the loathing in his eyes, which would surely pierce through their iron-like bodies, that had withstood the blows of all sorts of weapons, and brutally stab to death their guilt-filled hearts. Yet, they always tried to forge unadulterated joy amongst one another, re-living the lovely moments of their past, for the sake of their Mitravinda. To witness the enchanting smile on her face, which was the only source of warmth for the cold fist-sized pits; what had become of their hearts.

"I'm sorry, Jyesht. I'm so sorry for turning a cold shoulder on you and my brothers post Abhimanyu's death. I don't know what had become of me, but I was traumatized by the event of that wretched day - which was the last blow my heart could withstand during the war, before I lost myself. I was never able to recover from his loss till this day," cried Arjuna as he once again dug his tear-stained face against the dhoti covered lap of his elder brother. "But I'm tired, Brother. I'm absolutely tired of the superficial pleasantries, in the name of forged smiles and conversations, we've grown accustomed to sharing with one another over these past four years. From being unable to hold one another's gaze for no longer than a few seconds, to offering each other smiles that fail to strike the spark of life that used to light up our gazes...I miss you all so much."

Yudhishthira let his fingers run between the tangled curls of Arjuna's locks once again, as his vision blurred with another set of oncoming tears in response to his brother's breakdown. He knew his brother loved him immensely and wanted nothing more than to relieve his Jyesht of the guilt that has been eating him alive from within, since the past four years. The guilt that he had been the one to grant Abhimanyu permission to enter the chakravyuha in the absence of Arjuna on the battlefield. He, who was supposed to have shielded his nephew by all means under his protective gaze. He would never be able to forgive himself for this unrepentable blunder.

"No, Arjuna. It's I who should be begging for forgiveness from you as I had failed to protect Abhimanyu that day. It was I who had allowed Abhimanyu to penetrate the chakravyuha in your absence," murmured Yudhishthira in a hopeless voice. "You have all rights to loathe me. The Jyesht who failed to protect his nephew and the promise given to his anuj."

"We're so sorry, Arjuna," came the grieving voice of Bhima, as all were shocked to witness his large frame sink to the cool marble floors. "We failed to protect our dear son that day."

"Our sin is an unforgivable one, Brother. Yet we still find the audacity to request your forgiveness without any shame," sobbed Nakula as he as well sunk to his knees beside Bhima, burying his face against the massive shoulder of Vrikodhara - the one that never failed to provide him the solace his soft heart craved for. As the latter wrapped his arm protectively around the thinner frame of the elder son of Madri, holding him securely to his side, despite the inner insecurity his own mind battled against.

"Punish us for our mistake, Brother. But, if you are ever able to forgive us one day...even if we must wait all our lives to witness that blessed day...that will be more than enough to erase all the guilt and pain we've faced from your emotional separation from us over these past four years," whispered Sahadeva, whose face had been stripped of its childish-glow of being the most doted Pandu Putra. The deep dark circles under his eyes, and hollowed cheeks evidenced the impact of being situated on the receiving end of the mind-numbing outcomes of the war.

"Please don't destroy me further by asking for my forgiveness," cried a helpless Arjuna, who was shattered to hear the breaking of his brothers' hearts in their voices. The ones he loved dearly, and the ones who he would lay his life down for, were requesting to be punished by him for a sin they had never committed. "You cannot be blamed for being unable to follow Abhimanyu into the chakravyuha, as it was a well-planned scheme of the Kauravas."

"But, none of this would have happened if I had not allowed Abhimanyu to enter the chakravyuha in the first place," whispered a completely shattered Yudhishthira, who believed he would never be worthy of being freed from the stabbing pain of guilt he had learned to live with since the closure of the battle.

Arjuna felt the last ray of hope he held on to with his sanity...the hope that he would be able to bring peace amongst the brothers once again and re-strengthen their bonds with one another, slip by before his eyes, as he let them shut close. As thoughts of lost hope and endless pain clouded his mind, Kapidhwaja struggled to grasp onto the words of wisdom imparted to him by his dearest Sakha during his most tested times of trial on the Kurukshetra fields. "Focus on your actions, Dhananjaya, without the slightest worry about the fruits they shall bear for you. Do what you must do, and I will ensure they do not go to waste." As tears of loss wedged their way through the corners of his closed lids, celebrating their newfound freedom as they streamed barrier-free down the coarse path of his stubble coated cheeks, Vibhatsu witnessed his mind call out towards the one who was, is and will forever be the eternal companion of all.

"Madhava."

"When the kala chakra, binding each and every beat of this universe and its inhabitants, itself dances to the tunes of its creator...why repeatedly take the blame on your shoulder, oh sinless one?"

The six startled gazes in the room, while darting towards the voice that had addressed the Chakravarthi, came to rest on a pair of lotus eyes that radiated nothing but unconditional love on all its gaze touched. Arjuna's tear-blurred vision travelled towards each symbol identifying the unmatchable nature of his Sakha. From the gold-encrusted instrument of the Lord, known to originate the music of love when kissed by the nectar-filled lips of Murali Manohara. To the peacock feather adorning its superior position on the crown of Dwarakadheesh. With its eye representing the divine wisdom providing third eye of Sri Krishna, emanating its ability to bless its viewer with the superior knowledge of the self.

The true beauty of unconditional love. The epitome of superior wisdom. And the uncrackable secret of creation. Defined as 'Shyamasundara.'

To Be Continued...

And that was Part X of Abhimanyu's Diary - hope you all enjoyed it.

Our Shyamasundara has finally arrived in Hastinapura once again! Arjuna has summoned the courage to face his internal battle in re-uniting with his brothers - will he be successful? Will Madhava help them in overcoming this battle, just as he had on the fields of Kurukshetra four years back?

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Thanks again for all your love and support. I look forward to continuing further on this eye-opening journey of DaanveerPutri with you all!

Loads of love,

Geitha