Ghatotkacha, Son of Bheemasena - The Mahabharata Chronicles #9
I see a bright shaft of light. It penetrates into me. It engulfs my entire being with its vibrancy. It dulls the ache that I have been carrying in my gut ever since I can remember. It is always the same dream. Each time towards the break of dawn. Every time the same feeling of peace. I have pondered much about it. I have asked everyone I could think of about what it means, starting with my mother and all the learned men who passed through my land. The closest I came to getting an answer for what seemed like more as mollification to my incessant questioning was from father’s cousin – Achyutha. “The answer shall be revealed to you when it’s the right time.” When the right time was, or how soon it was, he never bothered to expound on it. I put the dream out of my mind, suppressed the dull ache inside of me, and went about my life. And there was nothing that I could about this, now that he had told me to wait. Apparently, self-restraint was something I had to learn ye...