In the solitude of the riverbank, a bereaved mother knelt by the edge of the Ganga river, clutching her infant in a tender embrace. Her heart weighed heavy with sorrow, the ache of loss etched upon her face. The mist that veiled the river's beauty seemed to mirror the shroud of grief that enveloped her.



As the cool breeze whispered through the trees, a fragile calmness settled over the scene. The soft rustle of leaves accompanied a chorus of gentle birdsong, their melodies interweaving with the stillness. The melancholic notes filled the air, offering a fleeting respite from the depths of the mother's sorrow.

With tear-stained eyes, she gazed out at the river, its serene surface reflecting the hues of the sky above. She traced her fingers along the tiny features of her child, feeling the warmth that remained. In that poignant moment, she found solace in the knowledge that her love would forever be intertwined with the gentle currents of the Ganga.

As the sunlight broke through the mist, casting a golden glow upon the scene, the mother whispered a lullaby, her voice trembling with a mix of grief and tenderness. The words floated on the air, carrying her love and longing to the heavens above. It was a song of remembrance, a tribute to the precious life that will leave her too soon.

In this bittersweet moment of sorrow and reflection, the mother found solace in the embrace of nature. The river flowed on, carrying with it the weight of her grief, while the birds continued their melodic serenade, reminding her that even in the depths of sadness, there is a sliver of beauty to be found.

The scene stood as a testament to the enduring strength of a mother's love, even amidst the sorrow of loss. And as she rose to her feet, her heart aching yet somehow lighter, she took a step forward, moving slowly but resolutely toward the path of healing and finding peace in the memories that would forever reside in her heart.

The woman appeared to be a princess, and the baby was radiant with a sun mark on his forehead. She was crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. A hand tapped her shoulder, causing her to jerk forward in surprise as she turned to see who it was.

Pritha (Kunti) is the daughter of Maharaj Kuntibhoj.

When she noticed her maid, Priyamvada, standing there with a worried expression, she felt relieved.

Priyamvada :- Princess, I understand your pain, but we must consider the consequences. Keeping the baby will bring dishonor to your father and the kingdom. It's a difficult decision, but sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good.

Kunti glanced at the infant as she caressed its face with shaky hands.

Kunti :- But Priyamvada, how can I bear to let him go ? What if he ends up in the wrong hands ? What if he's mistreated or forgotten ? I couldn't live with that guilt.

Priyamvada :- Princess, I share your concerns, but there is hope. If we let the river carry him away, perhaps good-hearted people will find him and provide him with a better life than we can offer. Think of it as giving him a chance, a chance for a brighter future.

Kunti :- You truly believe that, Priyamvada? That he might find happiness and a loving family?

Priyamvada:- Yes, Princess. Life has its own way of weaving destinies. By letting him go, we open the doors for unforeseen blessings. Trust in fate and have faith that he will find his rightful path.

Kunti looked at the infant as it slept.

Kunti :- I never thought I would have to make such a heart-wrenching choice. But, for my father's honor and the future of our kingdom, I must do what is necessary. Help me prepare the basket, Priyamvada. Let's give my son the chance for a better life, even if it means breaking a piece of my heart.

Priyamvada :- You are brave, Princess. I'll assist you every step of the way. Together, we'll ensure that your son's journey begins with hope and the possibility of a brighter future.

Priyamvada gestured to the decorated basket with a letter.

Replacing her heart with a stone, Kunti laid the baby softly on silk cushion and pushed it towards the stream.

She broke down crying as the basket kept flowing untill it flew out of sight and vanished along with endless waters.

'My... my first born son is gone... away from me... I... I did it... I gave him away... all because of my one stupid mistake... where will he go... how... how will he live without me... I'm sorry my son...'

Her legs gave up as she collapsed on ground.

Priyamvada :- Please control yourself princess, are you okay ?

Kunti :- I am sorry putr, I don't have a choice.

She kept mumbling untill her eyes blacked out.



Basket kept flowing with the stream and reached a shore where a woman was praying to Suryadev.

The gentle rays of the rising sun began to cast a warm glow upon the serene landscape. Radha, her eyes filled with hope and longing, stood by the bank of river Ganga. It was her daily ritual to pray to the Sun god, seeking a blessing that would fulfill her deepest desire: the gift of a child.

With folded hands, Radha closed her eyes, her whispered prayers carrying her wishes into the morning breeze. She pleaded for a miracle, for the joy of nurturing a life that was a reflection of their love.

As Radha concluded her prayer, she turned to leave, her steps heavy with a mixture of anticipation and resignation. However, her eyes caught sight of a peculiar thing-a basket gently floating along the stream, coming closer to the shore. Intrigued, she approached it and discovered something that filled her heart with both disbelief and overwhelming joy.

Nestled inside the basket was a beautiful baby boy. His skin radiated a mesmerizing glow, as if he possessed a touch of the divine. The golden earrings adorning his tiny ears sparkled in the morning light. Radha's breath caught in her throat, for it seemed as if her fervent prayers had been answered in the most extraordinary way.

Tears of happiness welled up in Radha's eyes as she cradled the baby boy in her arms. She marveled at his radiant presence, feeling an inexplicable connection. In that moment, she knew that this child was not an ordinary blessing but a precious gift from the heavens.

Radha's heart overflowed with gratitude as she looked up at the sun, feeling a deep sense of reverence. She believed, with every fiber of her being, that this child was indeed a manifestation of Suryadev's benevolence-a symbol of their unyielding love and unwavering hope.

The world seemed to stand still, witnessing the remarkable beginning of a new chapter-one filled with love, wonder, and the boundless possibilities that come with the arrival of a cherished child

She thanked Suryadev for the gift and took the baby home. ------------ As the sun bid farewell to the horizon, the colors of the sky melted into darkness, enveloping Hastinapur in the embrace of night. The streets gradually emptied as weary individuals made their way back to the comfort of their homes, their duties for the day fulfilled.

Amidst the quiet, a man named Adhirath Susen walked along the side of the road, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze drifted towards the houses lining the path, some adorned with lamps casting a warm glow, welcoming passersby. With a heavy sigh, he continued his solitary journey.

Adhirath, Radha's husband, had spent the day toiling away, his mind filled with thoughts and worries. As he reached his home, he turned the doorknob with a gentle touch, ensuring not to disturb the tranquility of his home. Carefully, he placed his belongings aside and washed his hands and feet before entering.

Upon entering the room, Adhirath was met with a sight that instantly melted away his fatigue. His heart skipped a beat as he beheld the vision before him. Radha, his beloved wife, sat on the bed, her eyes sparkling with joy as she played with a precious bundle nestled in her arms-a baby.

The room seemed to glow with a newfound radiance as Adhirath stood there, his eyes fixed on the scene of unexpected delight. His weariness faded away, replaced by an overwhelming rush of emotions. The worries that had weighed him down throughout the day were momentarily forgotten.

As he moved closer, Adhirath's voice trembled with a mixture of astonishment and pure love.

Adhirath :- Whose son is he Radha ?

Radha looked up from playing with the baby, a smile lighting up her face.

Radha :- Arya, I found him in a basket with a letter, near the banks of river Ganga requesting us to adopt him. It was a moment I can't even put into words. Our prayers have been answered.

Adhirath looked at the baby surprisingly as he read the letter, though he couldn't believe the words, longing for a child had a weight on his thoughts.

He thanked Suryadev, taking the baby in his arms, moonlight falling on baby's face highlighted his beauty, none of them had seen a baby this beautiful before.

Adhirath :- It's a miracle. Look at him, he's divine. The golden earrings he wears... it's as if he carries the essence of the gods themselves.

Radha :- Why won't he be, he is my son, my gem, my boon (caressing baby's face) I.... I am your mother putr, you are my son.

Adhirath wiped her tears with his free hand.

Adhirath :- Yes, he is your son, and no one is going to take him away, so please dear, smile atleast in this moment.

Suddenly a bright golden light flashed and a glowing armour appeared on baby's chest.



Radha and Adhirath glanced at each other and then at baby, who was trying to kick the towel with his tiny legs.

Adhirath :- What will you name your gem ?

Radha took the baby in her arms and caressed his right cheek, his clumsy hand caught her index finger and he looked at his mother with his beautiful brownish eyes.

Radha :- I will name him Vasusen, one who is born with wealth.

Adhirath touched the baby's soft cheeks.

Adhirath :- Vasusen... a name that befits him. Our little miracle, our precious son. Our lives will never be the same again.

Radha :- I've dreamt of this moment for so long. Our family feels complete now. Our love has brought us this beautiful gift, and we will cherish him with all our hearts.

He stood beside her and they watched the baby smile looking at them.



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