A sojourn it is.
❝His scent is petrichor. He shall always be the golden page of my recollections, of beautiful memories. The greatest archer of the time❞
Derived from the Sanskrit word स्मरण (smaraṇa, "the act of remembrance, remembrance, reminisc...
feast /fiːst/ a large meal, typically a celebratory one.
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THE ROYAL KITCHEN of Indraprastha had smelled of some entirely different and aromatic spices, in the afternoon of this aesthetically pleasant summer, where the stillness of noontide was slayed by the tempering, sputtering and burning of hearths.
Bheem was standing at the doorpost sniffing with his closed eyes. "Carom seeds, without a doubt the smell is of carom seeds, but maybe of a different kind" He tried to enter the kitchen but two guards standing at each pillars blocked his way by quickly crossing their spears.
"Good. Do not let him in, otherwise I will only be able to pour water in the glasses and he will start cooking!"
She glared at him adding a few thyme stems. "Ah, your giant rice grains are oozing out of the pot! You should let me help you" He could only move his hands in the air as if moving the ladle inside the pot. "Bheem this is for the last time I am telling you, please GO!" the ebony haired woman had signaled him to stay out of the kitchen, for the umpeetenth time.
"You are telling me, Vrikodar Bheem to stay away from the kitchen, dare you. Narayan, what kind of a girl she is?" he whined while going away in a defeat, since she remained ignorant.
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Although he can just enter the kitchen because obviously he can, but he did not. That was the amount of love she received, one they say the girl from kaliyug. She was in-charge of lunch this day and it was a question of her safety, since they never saw her active in any culinary or from the stories she had told of the kaliyug girl's being not entirely confined to the kitchen.
Why was me getting into the kitchen a big deal for them?
With the blipping of her sauces, she sensed someone's presence outside and she knew who was that person. Taking a raw mango, she cut it into tiny dices, arranged and carried in a container with her. "I know you are here!" she grinned sarcastically while Panchali smiled coyly.
The queen was dressed in a simple turquoise and red silk. The glow on her face was not ordinary and she gained some weigh. Cradling her baby bump she pouted looking at the raw mango in her hands.
