~** AgniKanya Krishnaa : Sri, Sakthi, Saraswathi **~ - Page 6

Originally posted by: Texie-Shady

Lovely one di , really loved it . Draupadi feelings was so real and u expressed it so well . Do continue soon

Originally posted by: vaishali09

Hey Krishu (hope u don't mind),

Lets start from this word "BRILLIANT". ⭐️

I also want to add all the appreciating words which Usha Uthup used to say in Idea Star Singer.

(So, just leave it here).😆

Ur first chapter title is apt for Draupadi. She will in the future too, receive this silence as reply

to the atrocities done to her. So, yes lets start with silence.

Here, as you wrote, it's welcoming for her but it may hurt her later too.

Keep writing dear. U always mesmerize me with ur creativity.

Originally posted by: Krishnaa_Nair

@green she expected her father to break it by an enormous welcome.. but he was doubtful wherther she will fulfil her destiny or not , coz he have already seen what happened with shikki didid... n dhris.. how can he be an outsider.. he is her part.. tht person she shared her birth place with... he can sense her heart.. all he tried was to keep her alive by breaking the silence and welcoming her... a cute assurance tht all father need is a surety from you...

@violet she was silent but dhris was going on and on and shikki di too... oops i missed tht part... 😉😉 pull my ear pls!! 😆 😆 😆

@bold shall i have to mention it??? isnt it already implied the way she reacted to her father's proud filled face??? 😳 😳 😳


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phewww... done... you remind me of the glorious days in EDT... 😆 😉
thank you sooo much for your ideas... two heads are always better than one!!! 😉 😉

Silence is the one thing i lacked in my palace. In a very unusual afternoon the entire rajbhavan was silent. I ordered my canvas and colours to be taken to the garden beside chambers. i started to paint out my dream. a dream that have been confusing me for several night. Was it a nightmare?? no. is it a pleasant dream??? Partially yes. because it always made my lips curve and my heart fill with a special feeling. A feeling of joy, security and peace. i felt like embraced by myself. A part of mine unknown to me. Partially not so pleasant because all i saw is a couple of colours and two blue eyes . deep in them i saw a 1000 things beyond my understanding. Maybe devatas haven't gifted me all those knowledge i'm said to be born with. Else why should i be confused. i tried to focus on those deep blue eyes. i closed my eyes and recollected my dream. the more i tried to recollect , the more soothing i felt. it was like listening to the melodious music of veena. The strings magic can only be felt. This sweet sensation, will i be able to pour it out throw these colours??

I was so definite about the three different colours i saw but i couldnt make out what i saw. They were dark green, a luminous dark blue and a soft grey. i opened my eyes and started to paint my dream in the unusal and magical silence in my chambers. Even the birds in the garden were silent.

i drew out my foggy dream and those pair of eyes. i concentrated more on them. but the more i tried the more blur they became. i shifted to the colours again. they were clear like ganga river. as i drew i felt like touching my dream. soft, smooth silk. It felt like a fabric.

I was so lost in my thoughts that i failed to see a golden crown which held the most beautiful mohrpankh overlooking my canvas. i was startled and the entire dark blue colour fell over my canvas as i stood up. He smiled at me. i looked at my damaged canvas. but then i saw it. its perfect now. the colours i saw were not vague its exactly what the crown of this man held. A mohr Pankh. My eyes widened as i saw him. i looked deep into those eyes. They were deep blue. Blue like those eyes i saw i my dream. But these eyes hold more than what i saw in my dreams. i looked at them closely. i stepped and grasped my breathe. i saw the part of a strange world in them. World comprising of planets and stars.

i was astonished. instead of the anger a smile decorated my face. i was smiling. but why??? The lord of that decorated crown and myself spend a minute of silence. I know him. But do i really know him.??? i dont know who he is or what he is called. "Who are you??? " i broke the silence. He smiled widely and shook his head. I thought i asked a foolish question. "I am a mere gwalan and sakhi can call me Govind". He called me sakhi. I smiled but yet was speechless. The mohrpankh swept in the wind that crossed the garden. Its fluttering and i was looking at it rather than its master. "Silence doesn't suit you sakhi." He told me with mischief dancing in his eyes. I know he is a stranger and standing in a maiden's private quarters and that too in the quarters of Panchal's princess, i should be demanding an explanation. But i only replied in a calm tone "silence is modest.". "Not when you have to speak your heart sakhi. Not when you have to fight for your right".

That sounded strange but that day i imprinted those words in my heart. Govind broke the meaning of silence to me. Then i realized i never rejoiced the calmness of silence. All the moments i cherish happened by shattering the silence. My brother Dhristadyumn broke it for me first. Then my sister followed by my father and now Govind.