Her tale threw up a new facet of hers every time she remembered it. Only Uttara knew what it meant to be a daughter to the unforgettable empress. She did that until the day she left for the forests, never to return. I still miss her loving touch when she combed my hair.
ANDHRA MAHABHARATAM BY GARIKIPATI CODE
‘She was a walking challenge to the regressive forces that subverted the code of dharma to suit their narrow means and ends,’ Uttara smiled, setting her greying locks right. Any other woman in her place would have weakened and our history would not have been the immortal tale that will survive the test of time.’ ‘Grandmother.’ He gently patted her knee. One of the attendants of the rest house stepped in to light the earthen lamps. A cool breeze blew, signalling the sunset. Seated on the floor by her feet, Janamejaya kept staring into Uttara’s lost eyes. I pity those petty minds who blame her for the war.’ ‘Her ichhashakti, or driving desire Uncle Krishna’s jnanashakti, the power of wisdom and the Pandavas’ kriyashakti, the will to see her vision take shape in reality-the triad-is something that would remain unique in all the ages to come. Like they had transformed the once dreaded wilderness of Khandava into the magnificent Indraprastha,’ Uttara leaned against the wooden backrest of her seat. The three and half decades of their committed reign had transformed the empire again. ‘And I remember the day they all left, never to return. It was only Mother Draupadi who kept her faith and mine as Uncle Krishna resuscitated him.
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The midwives pronounced him a stillborn and the entire family was heartbroken. ‘I remember the day your father, Parikshit, was born. It indeed takes a true empress to see hope after the gruesome end of countless lines of Kshatriya clans. He took the responsibility of the land that almost despised him for the war, driven by the inspiration that Mother Draupadi was an embodiment of. ‘Bereft of any festivity that the sons of Pandu truly deserved, amidst hushed decrying by those they considered their own, Emperor Yudhishtira was crowned. ‘Iremember the day of the coronation, Janamejaya,’ Uttara’s tone had paled into a whisper, heavy with the myriad emotions that she alone was aware of. Bharatavarsha needs you, Dharmaraja Yudhishtira.’ But it takes a true leader to convince people for a new beginning. It takes a warrior to fight till the end. We might have to grovel before the undeserving and spend aeons trying to convince them to start afresh.