How can she reap hope on a land where despair plants seeds of agony and sufferings?
Whose destiny is written with the ink of misery, how can she rinse the stains with mirth?
How can she put on the cloak of patience when life strips her out of it eve...
"We must go out and tell them the truth, jyeshth. Delaying will only make matters worse." Sahadev suggested and Yudhishthir nodded, agreeing with him.
"There hasn't been a single day when we have returned a guest unattended from our hermitage. Perhaps today was a lesson to break my pride in that." He glanced at Draupadi before leaving the hut with his brother.
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Bheem and Nakul were on their knees, begging sage Durvasa to not vacate his seat before the meal arrived. However, seeing Yudhishthir and Sahadev come out, they breathed in a sigh of relief.
Durvasa's disciples had begun whispering among themselves. They looked miserable and it broke Panchali's heart to see them off on a sour note.
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The eldest Kounteya joined his hands, "Maharishi, we have something unfortunate to tell you."
"What is it, Dharmraj? Can the former empress of Aryavart not feed even a hundred destitute brahmins? Are these the virtues you have been collecting all this while?" He barked, making the brothers lower their heads in shame.
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"I will wait till we complete the 101 rounds of chanting to the Gayatri Mantra. After that, no more. And I am sure that you are well aware of what happens if a brahmin abandons a household unsatiated."
