How can she reap hope on a land where despair plants seeds of agony and sufferings?
Whose destiny is written with the ink of misery, how can she rinse the stains with mirth?
How can she put on the cloak of patience when life strips her out of it eve...
"Wake up, Arya! How will I answer Shatanika and Karenumati? Please wake up!" She sobbed on the corpse's chest, wetting it with her tears. His mouth was partially open, reciprocating the eyes that had sunken into oblivion.
The dried foam on the sides of his lips had travelled down to his jugular, which in turn, had turned a shade of laguna from his usual caramel skin.
"If you go away, I shall follow you. Neither death, nor life, nor the fears of this world would be good enough to make me stay! I DO NOT WISH TO BE ALIVE!" She cupped his face and cradled it close to her heart. Death had chilled his skin into a stone-cold carcass.
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Surviving the loss of a loved one was so difficult. Her life was fruiting under a tree of misfortunes; first her son, and now her husband had abandoned her in a barren wilderness of cataclysm. How was she going to find light in such murk?
"Uthiye na Arya! You can't be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?" Pain choked off her cries, and in her heart, the plaintive words began to echo in a yet more biting clamour.
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Indistinct voices of some men, speaking in a foreign tongue filled her wakeful ears. She sniffed and looked around. Blurred vision flew to places, tracing the beings who assaulted her husband without a reason. The offenders surely had put their hands inside the wrong den, for right that moment, Chandraja was anything but forgiving.
Hands snaked towards Nakul's scabbard, as she watched the distant chaparral twitch in secrecy. It seemed like somebody was, or were, rummaging their way throughout the thickets.
Kairavi wiped the streams rolling down her cheeks with the back of her hands, and rose to her feet. Her fingers choked the hilt of the dagger, promising destruction for whoever was ill-omened to come out of the bushes.
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