My Expression!! My Life!!

I was named Pritha. Pritha. Meaning the well-endowed one. Pritha. Birth Daughter of Surasena. Foster daughter to KuntiBhoja. Sister of Vasudeva. Paternal aunt to Lord Krishna. Mother of the Pandavas. Individualistic. Willful. Righteous. Intractable. Born into a clan of kingmakers. Wedded into a clan of kings and rulers. This was how people spoke of me. This was how they described me. I was given up in early childhood, to my father’s cousin, Kunti Bhoja who was childless. He took care of me as his own daughter, lavishing upon me all affection and care. Brought up in all ways befitting the princess of an illustrious kingdom and trained in all matters of administration of a kingdom as well as in warfare, I was allowed the indulgence of being independent right from a young age. However, the fact that I was only an adopted daughter of the family still irked me from time to time. In my heart and soul, I was still a Vrishni. When I was young, my foster-father ent...

“I infuse thee, this blade of grass,  with the power of the Brahmastra,  for the annihilation of the Pandavas and Krishna.” I hear these words that I uttered, ringing inside my ears, as if it happened yesterday. I see the blade of grass, infused with the weapon of destruction, hurtling towards the group of warriors gathered at the ashram of Sage Vyasa - the warriors who had come in search of me, to extract their revenge. I feel the rage that coursed through me then, for all the slaughter, the deceit, and the genocide that took place over the last eighteen days. And I feel the helplessness that surged through me, when I redirected the weapon to the womb of Uttara, the unborn heir of Abhimanyu, and the future of the Pandava lineage. 3000 years thence, I roam these lands paying the price for my heinous act, living a cursed life, trapped in a body filled with pus, sores, and diseases, waiting for the so-called judgement day, the end of Kali Yuga – the age...