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"If people were rain, I was drizzle and she were a hurricane."
- John Green (Looking for Alaska)
She dedicated, She loved and she mermerized. Her beauty, her glory her flaming red eyes was the hope I found in utter darkness. I never spoke a word, or believed in speaking either. Words were just mere actions. And for me, actions never mattered. Maybe you all are true. I never loved Panchaali. She was the wind who blew threw me, which I could never get the hold of. A wind, with fragrance and belief. During the autumn years, in my exile I used to look at the lovely trees and think about each of its leaf, which fell in the ground. And each coming day, hope from my soul fell, one drop everyday. The day the last drop would fall, I would speak. But Panchaali, she was the masterpiece by the flames of fire. What if there is a hand, which will not let those drops of hope fall? Panchaali was that trust in me. Stars cannot shine without darkness.
Yajnaseni was the best traveller in the path of life. This path of life, is a time tunnel. Sometimes in make us cry, our tears freeze, through the winter. Sometimes it make us laugh, and let us enjoy the sunshine. But the path never stops you know. Yajnaseni was the friction of this path in which I walked. As we all know, friction is the force which helps balances the opposing force from the other body. (Sorry, I am bad at Physics. I was devoted towards archery in my educational years.) See, I gave so many instances, Yajnaseni was the flame which never blew off, it was the hand which did not let my drops of hope fade, and the friction in the path of life. Take a minute to think. Each one of us have these in our life. Do we love these? I am trusting you all that none of you will say you love the friction which helps you walk?
But Yajnaseni was much more than that in my life. Subhadra was very dear to me, she was the chirp little cherub that preserved me. Her smiles and twinkles delighted my heart. But Yajnaseni was my hope, my heart. I did not fight for her, neither did I speak up. But the fire flames had given the best lesson and the gift of my life.
When I saw her, yes, I saw the scene.. saw her turning into ashes while I walked up, when I saw her tears freeze, when I saw her disappearing my heart broke. Nobody would hold my last drop of hope. My soul mate, my true companion, my beloved Krishna taught me to hold my hope myself. But he spoke of dedication. I remembered his divine words, Subhadra's smile and Yajnaseni's flaming eyes as I walked up, leaving her turning into ashes. I saw a young star, which was just rising as day began to fade. It twinkled and I broke down. I dont remember anything else. I was gloomy, and then I heard Yudhishtir say something, while Bheem replied and I closed my eyes, darkness turning me into ashes.
Now the big question comes, what happens after death? To a well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure! But I was talking of Yajnaseni . Yajnaseni was my spirit. She left me unspeakable and left herself unspoken in front of me many times, as you all know. But I had always tried to be her spirit too. I dont know if love is a punishment. I did not understand why she was sqeezed out of life for loving me. My drops of hope were cherished on knowing those words. But taht young star I saw before dieng gave me one lesson, which was the description of my life, - Th fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
- The Third of the Great Pandavas, a mere bit of Yajnaseni Panchaali's life which she valued, and a human being taught the subject "Life" by Madhav, Arjuna.
- John Green (Looking for Alaska)
She dedicated, She loved and she mermerized. Her beauty, her glory her flaming red eyes was the hope I found in utter darkness. I never spoke a word, or believed in speaking either. Words were just mere actions. And for me, actions never mattered. Maybe you all are true. I never loved Panchaali. She was the wind who blew threw me, which I could never get the hold of. A wind, with fragrance and belief. During the autumn years, in my exile I used to look at the lovely trees and think about each of its leaf, which fell in the ground. And each coming day, hope from my soul fell, one drop everyday. The day the last drop would fall, I would speak. But Panchaali, she was the masterpiece by the flames of fire. What if there is a hand, which will not let those drops of hope fall? Panchaali was that trust in me. Stars cannot shine without darkness.
Yajnaseni was the best traveller in the path of life. This path of life, is a time tunnel. Sometimes in make us cry, our tears freeze, through the winter. Sometimes it make us laugh, and let us enjoy the sunshine. But the path never stops you know. Yajnaseni was the friction of this path in which I walked. As we all know, friction is the force which helps balances the opposing force from the other body. (Sorry, I am bad at Physics. I was devoted towards archery in my educational years.) See, I gave so many instances, Yajnaseni was the flame which never blew off, it was the hand which did not let my drops of hope fade, and the friction in the path of life. Take a minute to think. Each one of us have these in our life. Do we love these? I am trusting you all that none of you will say you love the friction which helps you walk?
But Yajnaseni was much more than that in my life. Subhadra was very dear to me, she was the chirp little cherub that preserved me. Her smiles and twinkles delighted my heart. But Yajnaseni was my hope, my heart. I did not fight for her, neither did I speak up. But the fire flames had given the best lesson and the gift of my life.
When I saw her, yes, I saw the scene.. saw her turning into ashes while I walked up, when I saw her tears freeze, when I saw her disappearing my heart broke. Nobody would hold my last drop of hope. My soul mate, my true companion, my beloved Krishna taught me to hold my hope myself. But he spoke of dedication. I remembered his divine words, Subhadra's smile and Yajnaseni's flaming eyes as I walked up, leaving her turning into ashes. I saw a young star, which was just rising as day began to fade. It twinkled and I broke down. I dont remember anything else. I was gloomy, and then I heard Yudhishtir say something, while Bheem replied and I closed my eyes, darkness turning me into ashes.
Now the big question comes, what happens after death? To a well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure! But I was talking of Yajnaseni . Yajnaseni was my spirit. She left me unspeakable and left herself unspoken in front of me many times, as you all know. But I had always tried to be her spirit too. I dont know if love is a punishment. I did not understand why she was sqeezed out of life for loving me. My drops of hope were cherished on knowing those words. But taht young star I saw before dieng gave me one lesson, which was the description of my life, - Th fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
- The Third of the Great Pandavas, a mere bit of Yajnaseni Panchaali's life which she valued, and a human being taught the subject "Life" by Madhav, Arjuna.
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