As the somber procession makes its way through the forest road towards Hastinapur, a heavy silence envelops the surroundings. The sunrise cast a serene light on the grieving group. The Pandavas walk with heavy hearts, their grief palpable in every step they take. Yudhishthir had maintained a stoic facade, leading the way with unwavering resolve despite the weight of sorrow he carries. Kunti walked ahead with grace and dignity, her face a mask of strength for her grieving sons.

The Maharishis, with their wise and solemn presence, walk in solemn procession alongside the mourners, their presence a comforting presence in the midst of loss. The hearse, solemn and dignified, is carried by the Maharishis, a symbol of respect for the departed souls of Pandu and Madri. Seventeen days had passed in their journey, each step a reminder of the irreplaceable void left by their departed loved ones.

As the Pandavas continued their solemn journey, the sight of Nagasaharya, the capital of Kurus, in the distance filled them with awe and wonder. The grandeur of the city stood in stark contrast to the forests and humble huts they had known all their lives.

The bustling city with its towering structures and busy streets was a sight to behold for the Pandavas who had never experienced such civilization before. Despite their grief, a sense of amazement and anticipation stirred within them as they approached Nagasaharya.

Kunti, leading the way with a heavy heart, gazes upon the city with a mixture of sadness and nostalgia. It was once the capital of her husband, Pandu, and a place filled with memories of their life together. Despite the sorrow weighing on her heart, she wears a sad smile, reminiscing about the days gone by.

The grandeur of Nagasaharya overwhelms the Pandavas as they stand at the threshold of a new chapter in their lives. The guards at the city gates exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to handle the sudden influx of such esteemed guests. However the procession decides to stay outside the city for a while, they sit in silence.

The news of the arrival of thousands of sages spread like wildfire through the bustling streets of Hastinapur. People hurriedly completed their morning rituals, and made their way outside whispering urgently to one another, eager pay homage to the Maharishis, Charanas and Siddhas.

As the word reached the palace, a wave of intrigue swept through the courtiers and nobles, all eager to catch a glimpse of the procession and ascertain the reason behind the sages' visit. Meanwhile, within the palace walls, the royal family received the news with a mixture of surprise and trepidation.

Adorned in their regal attire, King Dhritarashtra and Queen Gandhari, accompanied by their children, Bhishm, Vidur, Kripacharya, Satyavati along with Ambika and Ambalika arrived their with many others. The royal family alighted from their chariots and approached the sages. 

The sight of so many sages, their presence commanding respect and awe, fills the air with an atmosphere of solemnity and mystery.

The royal family and the royal priests approach the sages and kneels before them in a show of respect, Dhritarashtra speaks softly, "Aap sabhi gyaaniyo ka Kururashtra mei swagat hai. Humara rajya aapke charan padte hi dhanya ho gaya."

They and their priests bowed their heads in homage and sat down below the sages. The citizens of the town and the kingdom also bowed their heads down to the
ground and sat down below the esteemed guests.

Once all were seated, Bhishm said, "Batayiye Brahmandevta, hum aapki kaisi sewa kar sakte hai ? Aap kahe toh aapko yeh Rajya de de."

At this, with the concurrence of the other maharshis, the eldest sage, with matted hair and a deerskin as his garment, broke the news, "Chakravarti Pandu sansaarik dukho se mukt ho chuke hai. Unki patni Madri unki anugamini ban, unke saath parlok sidhaar gayi."

Gasps escape the lips of the citizens as the realization sinks in, followed by a collective silence that grips the assembly. The royal family, caught off guard by the shocking revelation, becomes visibly shaken.

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Pandavas have finally arrived at Hastinapur....