Chapitre 26: CHAPTER 26: Mothers love and Bond of Past
The first rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of gold and orange, casting a warm glow over the house of Karna in Hastinapur. As the world awoke to a new day, Radha, the mother of Karna, stirred from her slumber. Subconsciously, her heart began to anticipate the return of her beloved son from his daily Surya Pooja.
Adhirath, Karna's father, observed Radha's expression as she gazed out of the window, a mixture of hope and melancholy in her eyes. He knew the ache that lay hidden within her heart, the longing to see her son's smiling face and to feel his presence enveloping their home.
With a sigh, Adhirath approached Radha and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Radha, my love, Karna is not here. He went for his studies, remember?"
Radha's eyes flickered with a moment of confusion before the reality settled in. She turned to face Adhirath, her eyes brimming with tears that had been held back for too long. "Yes, I know, Arya. But my heart still aches for him. It yearns to see him, to hear his voice."
Adhirath's heart went out to his wife, the woman who had showered their son with boundless love since the day he entered their lives. He gently wiped away a tear that had escaped Radha's eye. "I understand, Radha. Karna is a remarkable young man, and his absence is deeply felt by all of us."
Radha leaned into Adhirath's comforting embrace, her emotions spilling forth in a mixture of sadness and love. "I know he is on a noble quest, Arya. But as a mother, it's hard not to worry. What if he faces challenges? What if he is in need of his family?"
Adhirath's voice was tender as he reassured her. "Karna is strong, Radha. He carries within him the strength of his convictions and the blessings of Lord Shiva. He has always been a beacon of light, guiding those around him."
Radha nodded, her tears gradually giving way to a small smile. "You're right, Arya. Our Karna is destined for greatness. He carries the divine within him."
As the morning sun continued its ascent, Radha and Adhirath found solace in each other's presence. In their shared embrace, they found a way to ease the ache of Karna's absence, knowing that his journey was guided by a higher purpose. And as the day unfolded, they carried within their hearts the love and strength that would forever connect them to their son, the avatar of Lord Shiva, who walked a path that would shape the destiny of Aryavart.
In hastinapur palace:
In the heart of the palace of Hastinapur, Gandhari, the blindfolded queen, sat in her private chamber. With unwavering devotion, she offered her prayers to the divine forces that governed the universe. Her heart swelled with a mix of emotions as she thought of Karna, the young man whose existence had left an indelible mark on her heart.
With every heartfelt word, Gandhari's voice resonated with the depth of a mother's love. "O mighty Lord, hear my prayer. Though I may not have borne Karna, he has earned a special place in my heart. Bless him, protect him, and guide his steps as he journeys through life. Let him find the strength to overcome all obstacles that come his way."
In another part of Hastinapur, within the confines of her own chamber, Kunti, the mother who had given birth to Karna, also offered her prayers to the divine. Her heart carried a mixture of love, hope, and longing for her firstborn son, whose path had diverged from her own.
Kunti's voice was soft yet fervent as she spoke her prayers. "Oh divine protectors, watch over my dear Karna, wherever he may be. May his journey be filled with grace and wisdom. Keep him safe from harm and guide him toward his destiny. Let him shine as a beacon of light and goodness in this world."
As the two mothers prayed, their words seemed to transcend the boundaries that separated them. Though their paths had taken different turns, their hearts beat in unison, both driven by a mother's love that knew no bounds.
Kunti prayer continued, her voice echoing the wishes of a mother for her children. "Grant him strength and courage, that he may rise above any challenges. Bless his path with clarity and purpose, so he may fulfill his divine destiny."
In her own chamber, Gandhari prayer mirrored the same sentiments. "Guide him through the trials that lie ahead. Let him find his guru, learn from his experiences, and emerge as a force for good in the world."
Across the palace, in their separate chambers, Gandhari and Kunti concluded their prayers, their words weaving an invisible thread of connection that transcended their differences. Though they could not see each other, their hearts resonated with a shared hope for Karna's well-being and success.
As the echoes of their prayers filled the palace, the power of a mother's love and the devotion of a heartful prayer merged, creating a tapestry of protection and blessings for Karna, the avatar of Lord Shiva, as he continued on his journey through Aryavart.
At Mahendragiri Hills Peak:
The Mahendra Giri hill stood tall and majestic, its peak shrouded in a veil of mystery. At the pinnacle of this sacred place, Karna, the avatar of Lord Shiva, stood with a sense of purpose radiating from his very being. The cool breeze played with his hair, and the beauty of the surroundings seemed to acknowledge the significance of this moment.
His eyes turned toward a humble hut that nestled amidst the natural splendor. Within, a sage sat in deep meditation, his aura resonating with power and wisdom. Beside him, a woman moved with grace and purpose, attending to her tasks. Karna's gaze was drawn to them, an inexplicable familiarity tugging at his heart.
As he approached the sage, a connection seemed to pulse in the air – a recognition that went beyond the realm of understanding. The sage, lost in meditation, began to sense the presence of another, a presence that seemed to resonate with a part of himself. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and his gaze met Karna's.
The moment was suspended in time – two souls, two destinies, connected by an invisible thread. Parashuram, the sage, felt a sense of familiarity in Karna's eyes, a feeling that went beyond their current encounter. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning – the child before him carried an essence that mirrored that of his gurudev, Lord Shiva.
A sense of awe and wonder filled Parashuram's heart. The student had come full circle, from being the recipient of wisdom to becoming a bearer of it. The one who had once been a teacher was now a student, and the one who had once been a student was now a teacher. The tapestry of life's cycles and roles unfolded before him, revealing the interconnectedness of all things.
Karna's smile was serene, a silent acknowledgment of the profundity of the moment. As he stood before Parashuram, the sage whose teachings would shape his journey ahead, Karna's heart beat with a mixture of reverence and anticipation. His steps had led him here, to the culmination of a journey that was both external and internal.
The hut, the sage, and the Mahendra Giri hill bore witness to this convergence of souls, this meeting of teacher and student, of student and teacher. The beauty of the scene lay not just in the physical presence of those involved but in the layers of meaning that rested beneath the surface. And as the sun continued its journey across the sky, the destinies of Karna and Parashuram intertwined, setting the stage for a new chapter in their shared journey of growth and learning.
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The Mahendra Giri hill stood witness to a moment of destiny as Karna, the avatar of Lord Shiva, stood before the sage Parashuram. The air seemed charged with a silent understanding, an unspoken recognition that went beyond words. Parashuram's gaze was steady, though he carried a knowledge that few possessed – that the young man before him was none other than his gurudev's divine manifestation.
With a composed demeanor, Parashuram addressed Karna, his voice carrying the weight of his wisdom. "Who are you, young man? And what brings you to this humble abode?"
Karna's voice was calm and respectful as he replied, "My greetings to you lord parashuram. I am Karna, and I have come seeking your guidance. I wish to be your student and learn from you."
Parashuram's expression remained impassive, though he knew the truth that lay behind Karna's words. "I teach only the brahmins, those born to a certain lineage. Are you aware of this?"
Karna's determination shone through his eyes as he spoke. "Yes, I am aware. But my birth does not define my potential. I believe in my ability to rise above my origins and embrace knowledge and wisdom. I wish to be an exception, to prove that one's destiny is not confined by birth."
Parashuram's surprise mingled with admiration. He had encountered many students, but few had possessed the unwavering determination that Karna displayed. This young man, born into a different lineage, was challenging the very norms that society had imposed.
"You have a fire within you, Karna," Parashuram mused, his eyes studying the young man before him. "Your determination is both shocking and commendable."
Karna's eyes held a quiet intensity as he responded, "Gurudev, I believe in the power of knowledge to transcend boundaries. I want to learn, to grow, and to shape my destiny."
A moment of silence hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken truths. Then, Parashuram's expression softened, and he extended a hand toward Karna head. "Very well, Karna. You are unlike any student I have encountered. I will accept you as my student, shudra or not."
Karna's heart swelled with gratitude and a sense of accomplishment. He extended his hand, about to touch Parashuram's feet in the traditional gesture of respect. But before his hand could reach its destination, Parashuram's actions surprised him.
The sage stepped forward and embraced Karna, holding him close. The hug was not just an embrace of teacher and student; it was a moment of recognition, a moment where the threads of destiny intertwined. In that hug, Parashuram saw the echo of his own relationship with his gurudev, Lord Shiva.
The Mahendra Giri hill bore witness to this exchange, to the meeting of determination and wisdom, to the convergence of teacher and student. The chapter had begun – a chapter that would see the transformation of a determined young man into a formidable force of knowledge and strength.
To be continued.......
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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