Draupadi

By Bhavika Jain

Today it is not me forcing the fire to come out of me. It is the anger, disgust, embarrassment of the sins which were delivered to me very forcefully...I cried and begged for help in front of all the muscular and wealthy kings present in the grand hall. Every bit of hope inside me that somebody would come to help me was getting faded away while my own greedy and selfish brother in law dragged me holding my hair. I screamed at the top of my voice but everybody just ignored me as if they were deaf even my husbands didn't try to behold the pain

and stress I was going through it is the culpability of my husband, the husband I trusted the most, he lost his kingdom, his pride, his throne, me and even himself in a pointless game of cards. How foolish I feel now, my blood is running for revenge but I can do nothing. Each cloth covering my body, supporting me now

regretted to support me anymore. I was incapable now, my heart almost dropped after my brother in law harassed me in front of a big gathering of men with foremost powers, but a light of hope was still in me that there would be a reach of each body who accused me to die with guilt. I almost touched death after suffering this torment, but evil never wins and, one who capitulates to Krishna known as Bhumiputra (the son of the Earth), and also known as the human god, is the real beneficiary showed that it is true, god is true, my belief is true, and I got justice when everyone who gave me pain were sent on the path towards hell.

By Bhavika Jain