RECAP
Dhritarashtra, the eldest son of Vichitravirya, could not become the king of Hastinapura because of his blindness. Pandu becomes the king, but leaves the kingdom in his brother’s care to live in the forests with his two wives. In the meanwhile, he incurs a curse that he would die the minute he has any intercourse with a woman. Using the mantra that Kunti has learnt from Durvaasa, Kunti is able to become a mother of three celestial children.
We were sitting near a stream. It was one of the rare days when Madri said she would like to rest at home and take care of the children. I always treasured the moments we could sit alone, engrossed in our own world and oblivious of our surroundings. For a long time, Pandu and I hardly exchanged any words. The moon had woven a neat magic around us; the shadows of tall trees swayed in the inky waters and crickets were chirping.
“You’re happy?” asked Pandu suddenly.
“Yes, my lord,” I murmured dreamily. “What about you?” I asked in return.
“I am indeed blessed to have you as a wife. You always gave me whatever I asked you. Hope you won’t disappoint me now. I have a favor to ask.”
I nuzzled close. “Say it, and thy wish will be done.”
“Kunti, I have got the best children in the world, and you have given them to me. But what about Madri? Even she would like to experience motherhood. If it’s ok with you, why don’t you instruct her suitably?”
“That’s fine. I’ll take care,” I promised.
The next day, I took Madri aside, and taught her the mantra. Madri eagerly learnt it and called the twin gods, the Aswin brothers. As a result, Madri became pregnant. When the twins came, Pandu was overjoyed. The babies were named Nakula and Sahadeva.
I realized my folly. I thought, how clever this woman has been and I have been so naïve. Two birds with one stone!! I was envious. If I gave her permission to use the mantra once again and she used a similar trick, she will have more offsprings than me. I did not like the idea.
When Pandu asked if Madri could use the mantra one more time, my answer came spontaneously. It was hard for me to say ‘no’ to Pandu, so I asked him to promise he would never approach me with a similar request in the future.
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Years raced ahead. Our solitary existence had seemed to acquire new meaning with every passing day. The children were fun to watch. Their frolicky games entertained not only us, but other sannyasis and hermits in the forest as well, who taught them music and scriptures. Our hearts swelled with pride whenever they expressed amazement at the children’s alacrity and smartness.
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