Notes:
I want to point out that Abhimanyu's age when he first met Arjuna or during his death varies between works. I am going to be choosing the age of 13 and work with it for this story! It is just my choice and I would like to point out that it may not be accurate!
Terms:
Mamashree- respectful term for Uncle
Chakravyuha - army troop formation strategy in warfare
Kheer- a type of sweet pudding (usually made with rice or vermicelli)
Lehenga - full ankle-length skirt (embroidered and pleated) worn by women from the Indian subcontinent
'It's another sunny afternoon in Dwaraka today, and I've just
completed my daily chakravyuha trainingwith Mamashree.
Both Mamashree Vasudeva and Mamashree Balarama had
praised my war skills and knowledge of being able to break
through and enter a chakravyuha at this age. I can't even begin to explain
the emotions that coursed through my mind at that point. Maatha
always told me that my each and every action should bring
pride to my father's name, and I feel this action of mine today
has helped me accomplish a part of that goal. Now that I have
learned how to break through and enter a chakravyuha, I can request
father to teach me how to again break my way out after defeating
the enemy troops. With this knowledge, I will be able to display
my full potential on the battlefield while avenging Maatha
Draupadi's insult, and I will be able to witness the shining
pride in Father's eyes. Nothing else can possibly bring
me more joy...'
Tears streamed down the Mitra's cheeks as she read the lines written by her elder brother, who had housed endless dreams in his heart about making his father proud and being trained under him.
"But you never did learn that, Brother," she whispered, as her voice was heard loud and clear in the silent room. "And you were never able to witness that shining pride you wanted to see in Baba's eyes post the battle."
Mitra bit back a sob as she considered the fate of the warrior prince who had lost his life, along with his brothers in the war. She wanted to learn more about her brother's life and his thoughts, especially his bond with the other members of the family. Specifically, Arjun Baba. Mitra flipped the pages forward till she landed on one which appeared to be dated closer to the start of the war. Wiping away the lingering tears on her cheek with the back of her palm, she lowered her gaze to the scroll writing on the page before her.
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DaanveerPutri
Historical FictionThe great Mahabharata battle took away the lives of many and left many families incomplete. What would it be like if Anga Raj Karna had a daughter? What would the emotional turmoil of a young girl who lost all she called family in the battle be lik...
