Chapter Seven

The King of Madra, Salya welcomed his august visitor with every appearance of cordiality even while his brain was busy with speculation. It was not often that Bheeshma, the Kuru Senapati and patriarch stirred outside the boundaries of his prosperous Kingdom. And generally, Bheeshma’s visits to other Kingdoms were not without his own agenda. Aryavarta … More Chapter Seven

Chapter Six

The palace of Hastinapura was an imposing building. It was the boast of the Kurus that there was none like it in the entire Aryavarta. No other King had ever sought to dispute that claim, and it was only in part due to the fear inspired by Bheeshma, who was the general of the Kuru … More Chapter Six

Chapter Five

“Vasu!” the woman called out anxiously. “Vasu! Where are you?” The cot was empty and she peered around. The child was not well. Where could he have gone? “He’s here with me, Radha. Why, were you worried?” She jumped in alarm as her husband came inside, carrying the young child in his arms. The child … More Chapter Five

Chapter Four

The King looked at his bride. They were alone in the room. The storm had not abated. Night had fallen and the lit lamps inside the room bathed the entire room in a golden glow. The queen was sitting on the bed, facing away from him. Her hands were nervously twisting the edge of the … More Chapter Four

Chapter Three

The sky was overcast and there was no breeze. A procession of chariots moved forward slowly, almost sluggishly as if they were loath to reach their destination. These were not the war chariots built for utility nor the hunting chariots built for speed. These were the chariots that were used by the nobility of Aryavarta … More Chapter Three

Chapter Two

“We have to do something,” spoke the man. He was tall, regal in appearance, with an unlined face, though his hair and beard were both turning grey. He was pacing inside a handsome room, spacious and furnished minimally. Both the ornamental desk and the colourful tapestry were both of the highest quality. A large window … More Chapter Two

Prologue

The man stood frozen in fear. Even his innards seemed to be frozen. He wet his lips and wondered what else fate had in store for him. Was he destined to die like this, naked and alone in this dense forest, swallowed by a snake? He, who was the scion of a most noble line, … More Prologue

Inexorable

The night was warm, though the room was at a comfortable temperature. But Bheeshma tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep. He should have been sleeping peacefully today. For, he was in Indraprastha where his grandson was conducting the Rajasuya. He could blame it on the long journey from Hastinapura. He could blame … More Inexorable

A Golden Day

She smiled into his eyes. The breeze played with her hair and caressed her body, lifting her Uttariya that she caught it and hugged it close to her. He suddenly felt jealous of the breeze, of her Uttariya, of the jewelled bangles that adorned her shapely arms, of the rings on her fingers, of the … More A Golden Day