What is one thing you tell a sad person that would make him happy and the same thing told to a happy person would make him sad.

"This moment shall pass"

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The afternoon sun streamed through the intricately carved windows of the royal palace of Hastinapur, bathing the grand garden in warm rays. The faint hum of distant courtly activity filled the air, but within these walls, there was an unusual stillness. Duryodhan, sat on a heavy sandalwood chair adorned with gilded embellishments. His broad frame leaned slightly forward, his fingers idly tracing the ridges of the massive mace resting beside him. Its head, forged from ancient metals, gleamed dully in the sunlight.

Across from him, Sumali watched him with a quiet intensity. Her dark, kohl-lined eyes held a mixture of curiosity and concern, and her lips curved in a faint, enigmatic smile. She had been a friend for many moons now, her sharp intellect and otherworldly insight offering him solace and challenge in equal measure.

Sumali :- You’ve grown accustomed to it, haven’t you? When you first held it, it seemed it would break you before you could bend it to your will. And now...

Her voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of certainty. Her gaze flickered to the mace. She let the words linger, her head tilting slightly as she observed him. Duryodhan’s lips twisted into a small smile. He leaned back in his chair, the polished wood creaking faintly under his weight.

Duryodhan :- Now, it obeys me. It feels as if it was always meant for my hands. Not even my brothers could lift it, let alone wield it.

He said, his voice rich with pride. Sumali chuckled lightly, her laughter carrying a trace of something ancient and knowing.

Sumali :- Forged in the fires of a time long past, wielded by asur warriors who could crush mountains. It tests its bearer, refusing all but the strongest. I suppose it has found you worthy.

Duryodhan :- It did not come easy. I spent countless days, countless nights honing my strength. My arms bled; my muscles screamed in protest. But I endured. I had to.

He admitted, his tone hardening.

Sumali :- Had to? And what drove you to this? Was it merely the weight of the mace, or something more?

She leaned forward slightly, her dark brows lifting. Duryodhan’s gaze darkened, his fingers curling into fists.

Duryodhan :- It was Bheem. Always Bheem. Do you know what it is to be told, time and again, that you are lesser? That someone else is stronger, better, destined for greatness while you are merely... there?

He said, his voice like a growl. Sumali’s expression softened, though her voice remained steady.

Sumali :- You’ve never been 'merely there,' Maharathi Duryodhan. You’ve always commanded attention, respect, fear. But tell me this—why do you think of the Pandavs as your nemesis? Why this unrelenting drive to fight them, to crush them?

For a moment, silence hung between them, heavy and oppressive. Duryodhan rose from his seat and began to pace, his hands clasped behind his back. His footsteps echoed faintly against the marble floor.

Duryodhan :- Because, as long as they live, I will never be at peace. The throne that is mine by birthright will never truly be mine. The whispers, the doubts—they will never cease. Every time will I sit on that throne, I will feel their presence, like a shadow looming over me. The world sees them as dharmic. And me? They see me as an usurper.

He said finally, his voice low and simmering with barely restrained anger. Sumali’s gaze followed him, her eyes sharp and probing.

Sumali :- But does their existence truly diminish your own, Duryodhan? Or is it your hatred that chains you to them, making your life a reflection of theirs?

Duryodhan stopped abruptly, turning to face her. His expression was a storm of emotions—fury, frustration, and something deeper, more vulnerable.

Duryodhan :- You don’t understand. It’s not just their existence. It’s the way the world worships them, praises them. Karn and Arjun, with their flawless aim and endless victories have gained so much. Yudhishthir, the so-called paragon of virtue. And Bheem... who has always been my rival, my tormentor. How can I feel peace when I am constantly compared to them?

His voice faltered for a moment, his hands flexing as if gripping an invisible foe. Sumali rose gracefully, her movements fluid and deliberate. She crossed the space between them and placed a hand on his arm, her touch light but firm.

Sumali :- Duryodhan, I see the fire in you, the strength that could move mountains. But this fire... it consumes you. Your hatred has become the axis of your world, and in it, you have made the Pandavs your Gods, though you despise them. Don’t you see? Your life revolves around them, not your own desires, not your own destiny.

She said, her voice softening. Duryodhan pulled away, his jaw tightening.

Duryodhan :- You think I don’t know that? Do you think I don’t wake up every morning cursing their names, wishing I could simply forget them? But I can’t. I see them everywhere. Even in my dreams, Karn haunts me, his name a constant echo in my mind. I have grown to hate the very sound of it. 'Karn.' I can’t escape it, Sumali. No matter where I turn, there they are.

He spat the name as if it were poison. For a moment, Sumali said nothing, her gaze lingering on his face. Then she sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly.

Sumali :- You are a crown prince, Duryodhan. A man born to rule. Yet here you stand, a prisoner of your own hatred. The throne you desire so desperately—it will bring you no peace if you allow your enemies to define you. You will sit on it as a man consumed by shadows, not as the king you could be.

Duryodhan stared at her, his expression unreadable. The surrounding fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the faint rustle of the breeze through the open windows.

Duryodhan :- You speak as though you know me, as though you see something I do not.

He said finally, his voice low and guarded. Sumali met his gaze steadily.

Sumali :- Perhaps I do.... Perhaps I see the man you could be, if only you let go of the chains you’ve bound yourself with.

For a moment, Duryodhan seemed to waver, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. But then his jaw set, his eyes hardening once more.

Duryodhan :- I cannot let go. Not while they live. Not while they threaten everything I have fought for.

Sumali sighed again, a note of resignation in her voice.

Sumali :- Then may your path bring you the peace you seek, Duryodhan. Though I fear it will only lead to more shadows.

And with that, the garden fell silent once more, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air.



The clang of steel on steel echoed through the training arena, blending with the shouts of soldiers sparring in disciplined pairs. The afternoon sun bore down upon the open grounds, casting long shadows across rows of armored warriors and racks of weapons. Amrit, a sturdy figure with a commanding presence and a hawk-like gaze, stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed as he watched his men with a discerning eye. His tunic clung to his sweat-slicked frame, and his face bore the faint lines of battle scars—a testament to his years of service and loyalty to Hastinapur.

From across the arena, a figure approached. Duryodhan, still carrying the weight of his conversation with Sumali, strode toward his closest confidant. The sight of the prince, tall and imposing, silenced the idle chatter among the soldiers. One by one, they straightened, saluting their liege before returning to their drills.

Amrit turned, sensing his friend’s approach, and his stern expression softened into a rare smile. He inclined his head respectfully before extending his arm.

Amrit :- Duryodhan, to what do I owe the honor of your visit? Have the halls of the palace grown dull for you today?

He greeted warmly, gripping the prince’s forearm in a gesture of camaraderie. Duryodhan clasped Amrit’s forearm firmly, a small smile playing on his lips.

Duryodhan :- I needed to see how things are progressing here. And to see you. It’s been too long since we’ve spoken.

He said, gesturing toward the sparring soldiers. Amrit chuckled, releasing his grip and motioning for Duryodhan to walk with him along the edge of the arena.

Amrit :- The work is going well. The men grow stronger with each passing day. They are disciplined, focused, ready for whatever comes next.

He said, his voice carrying a hint of pride. Duryodhan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the training grounds.

Duryodhan :- Good! Hastinapur must be prepared for anything. The times are changing, Amrit. Allies are shifting, threats are rising. We must remain vigilant.

Amrit glanced at him, his brow furrowing slightly.

Amrit :- You sound troubled. But then, you always carry the weight of the kingdom on your shoulders.

Duryodhan sighed, a faint flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before it was quickly masked.

Duryodhan :- It’s nothing new. But I will say this, Amrit—when you are not by my side, the so-called privileges of royalty feel empty. I find no joy in them without your friendship.

He said dismissively. Amrit stopped walking and turned to face Duryodhan fully, his expression solemn.

Amrit :- And I find no purpose without your cause. You know where my loyalties lie. Together, we share not only friendship but a common hatred for those who have wronged you—the Pandavs. With my arrows, I will put Karn to shame.

At this, Duryodhan smiled, a dark glint lighting his eyes.

Duryodhan :- With you by my side, Amrit, we will crush the Pandavs and claim what is rightfully ours. Together, we will rule this world.

Amrit placed a hand over his chest in a gesture of unwavering loyalty.

Amrit :- Wherever, whenever, and with whomever you choose to battle, you will find me at your side, Duryodhan. Until my last breath.

The sincerity of the declaration struck a chord in Duryodhan. Without a word, he stepped forward and embraced his friend, clapping him firmly on the back.

Duryodhan :- Enough of this talk. Let us not dwell on battles and enemies. Come, let’s go and have a meal. It’s been too long since we shared a moment of peace.

He said, his voice lighter now. Amrit nodded, his serious demeanor giving way to a small smile.

Amrit :- As you wish.

He said. Together, the two men left the training grounds, their footsteps fading into the noise of the bustling palace beyond.



In the quiet solitude of his chambers, Shakuni sat by the latticed window, a faint smile playing on his lips as he observed Duryodhan from afar. The young prince, once weighed down by despair and frustration, now carried himself with a renewed sense of purpose. Shakuni's sharp eyes, honed over years of political scheming, did not miss the subtle changes in his nephew’s demeanor—the confidence in his gait, the fire returning to his eyes.

He remembered vividly the storm that had engulfed Duryodhan after his separation from Bhanumati. The anguish had been palpable, his frustrations boiling over into rage and self-doubt. Shakuni had watched helplessly then, knowing that his nephew’s pain threatened to derail everything they had worked for.

But now, since Sumali’s arrival, Duryodhan was a changed man. Her presence, enigmatic and steady, had sparked something in him. The shadows that once clung to Duryodhan seemed to recede, replaced by a sharper focus and a newfound strength. Shakuni’s smile deepened as he clasped his hands together.

Shakuni :- Good. Everything is falling into place once more. With Sumali guiding him and the fire in his heart reignited, my plans will soon bear fruit.

He murmured to himself. The game was far from over.



The golden afternoon sun filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, casting dappled patterns on the ground. Birds chirped in the distance, their songs blending with the soft rustle of the wind through the leaves. The ashram, nestled in the heart of the woods, was serene as always—a place of learning, reflection, and quiet strength.

In the clearing outside the simple hut, Ketuman stood before his teacher, Karn. The young warrior’s head was held high, his posture disciplined yet filled with a quiet humility. Before him, Karn smiled with pride and a hint of melancholy.

Karn :- It is time, Ketuman. Your training is complete. You have mastered all that I have learned—both from my own Guru, Parshuram, and from my own experiences.

He said, his deep voice carrying a blend of finality and warmth. Ketuman bowed deeply, his hands folded in respect.

Ketuman :- Guruvar, I am forever indebted to you. You have shaped me into the warrior I am today.

He said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. Karn’s smile widened, though a shadow flickered in his eyes.

Karn :- I only wish, that I were a certified Brahmin teacher. Then I would have the authority to teach you the true mastery of astras. That is my only regret, Ketuman.

He said, his tone tinged with regret. Ketuman straightened, his expression resolute.

Ketuman :- I have no such regrets, Guruvar. What you have given me is far greater than any certificate could validate. You have imparted knowledge, wisdom, and the courage to wield my skills for a righteous cause. For that, I will always be grateful.

Karn nodded, his pride in his student evident.

Karn :- You have learned well, Ketuman. But there is one thing more you must do. My dear friend, Ashwatthama, is a master of astras. Seek him out and introduce yourself. He will see the talent within you, just as I have. I am certain he will guide you further and teach you the intricacies of the divine weapons.

Ketuman’s face lit up with gratitude.

Ketuman :- I will do as you say, Guruvar. Thank you for guiding me even in this.

There was a moment of silence between them, the forest around them seeming to pause in reverence for their bond. Then Ketuman stepped forward, his voice steady.

Ketuman :- Guruvar, before I leave, may I ask for my Guru Dakshina?

Karn’s smile deepened, and his eyes softened with affection.

Karn :- Ah, the Guru Dakshina. I will ask of you what my Guru, Parashurama, once asked of me.

He said, his tone reminiscent of his own days as a student. Ketuman leaned forward eagerly, listening intently.

Karn :- Use your knowledge to fulfill your dharm. A warrior’s responsibility is to protect the weak, to stand against injustice, and to uphold the Good cause. If you can do this, Ketuman, then you will have fulfilled your Guru Dakshina.

He said, his voice resonating with the weight of his convictions. Ketuman’s eyes shone with determination. He bowed deeply once more, his hands reaching to touch Karn’s feet.

Ketuman :- I promise to honor your words, Guruvar. I will strive to be the warrior you have taught me to be.

He said, his voice thick with emotion. Karn placed his hand on Ketuman’s head in blessing, his touch gentle yet imbued with strength.

Karn :- May you achieve greatness, Ketuman. May your name be remembered for your valor and your righteousness.

Ketuman nodded, his resolve unwavering. He picked up his few belongings—a bundle of clothes, a bow, and a quiver of arrows—and slung them over his shoulder. With one last look at his teacher, he turned and began walking away, his steps steady yet reluctant.

Karn stood motionless, watching the retreating figure of his student as it grew smaller amidst the towering trees. A proud smile lingered on his face, mingling with the bittersweet ache of parting.

Karn :- Go forth, Ketuman...... Go forth and fulfill your destiny.

Karn murmured to himself. The forest seemed to echo his words, the wind carrying them forward as if in blessing.



The golden afternoon sun bathed the city of Dwarika in a warm glow, its rays glinting off the shimmering waters that surrounded the grand palace. Inside, in a private chamber adorned with intricate carvings and fragrant garlands, Krishna sat on a swing, gently swaying. His eyes were closed, his expression serene as he immersed himself in deep meditation.

The room was still, save for the faint rustle of the wind through the sheer curtains. Suddenly, the tranquility was disrupted by a radiant light that illuminated the chamber. The divine energy pulsed with a celestial rhythm, growing brighter until it coalesced into the form of Indra, the king of the Gods. His crown shimmered with jewels that seemed to hold the light of the cosmos.

Krishna’s eyes opened slowly, and his lips curved into a gentle smile. Rising from the swing, he greeted Indra with a slight bow.

Krishna :- Welcome, Devraj. What brings you to Dwarika today?

He said, his voice calm and welcoming. Indra returned the smile, inclining his head respectfully.

Indra :- Vasudev. It is always a blessing to stand in your presence. I come with a matter of grave urgency.

He said, addressing Krishna by one of his many names. Krishna gestured toward a seat, but Indra raised a hand politely.

Indra :- Forgive me, but I cannot linger. The heavens are restless, and time is of the essence.

Krishna nodded, his demeanor unchanging.

Krishna :- Then speak, Devraj. What troubles you?

Indra’s expression turned grim.

Indra :- Makrasur, has begun gathering Brahmins for a ritual. He intends to sacrifice them to open a portal to the Asur realm. If he succeeds, the balance of the worlds will be shattered, and the asurs will rise once more to challenge the Devs. This cannot be allowed to happen.

He began, his voice heavy with concern. Krishna’s eyes narrowed slightly, his serene countenance giving way to a flicker of intensity.

Krishna :- I understand the gravity of the situation. But why do you come to me? Surely, the Devs have the power to intervene?

Indra sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly.

Indra :- We can only act after the asurs are gathered and their intentions become manifest. If we act too soon, it could provoke another war between the Devs and asurs—a war that would bring untold destruction to all realms.

Krishna inclined his head thoughtfully.

Krishna :- You are right to seek another path. There is one who can accomplish this without igniting a cosmic conflict. Karn.

He said after a moment. Indra’s brows rose slightly, intrigued. Krishna continued, his voice steady.

Krishna :- Karn, the eldest Pandav prince in this life, was my younger brother Bharat during my avatar as Ram. His destiny has always been intertwined with the eradication of evil. He was born to uphold dharm and bring balance to the world. He must be the one to stop Makrasur and free the Brahmins.

Indra nodded slowly, his eyes glinting with resolve.

Indra :- Your wisdom is unparalleled, O Govind. I will approach Karn and guide him to this task.

Krishna smiled, his gaze serene yet piercing.

Krishna :- Do so, Devraj. And to aid Karn, send Ghandvega, the Gandharva. He will guide Karn to the asurs and ensure the mission succeeds.

Indra joined his hands in gratitude, bowing deeply.

Indra :- Thank you, Vasudev. Your guidance is a light in this dark time.

With that, Indra vanished, leaving behind only a faint trace of divine energy.



Moments later, in the heart of a secluded forest, Karn sat in silent meditation. The sun filtered through the dense canopy above, casting a mosaic of light and shadow on his chiseled features. Clad in simple garments, his powerful form radiated a quiet strength, his breath steady and rhythmic as he communed with the divine.

A brilliant light suddenly enveloped the clearing, and Karn’s eyes opened. Before him stood Indra, resplendent in his celestial form. Recognizing the king of the gods, Karn immediately rose to his feet and bowed low, touching Indra’s feet with reverence.

Karn :- Devraj. It is an honor to be graced by your presence.

He said, his voice calm and respectful. Indra placed a hand on Karn’s head in blessing, his tone warm yet urgent.

Indra :- Rise, noble warrior. I come to you with a mission of great importance, one that only you can undertake.

Karn straightened, his expression resolute.

Karn :- Please, Devraj. What is it you wish of me?

Indra explained the dire situation—the abduction of the Brahmins, Makrasur’s sinister ritual, and the looming threat of a portal to the asur realm. As Karn listened, his jaw tightened, his eyes blazing with determination.

Karn :- I understand. Makrasur must be stopped, and the Brahmins must be freed. I will not allow dharma to be desecrated.

He said when Indra had finished. Indra nodded, his expression approving.

Indra :- You have always been a true kshatriya, Karn. To aid you in your quest, I have brought Ghandvega, a Gandharva who knows the asurs’ movements well. He will guide you to their lairs and assist you in your mission.

As Indra spoke, another figure materialized beside him—a tall Gandharva with sharp features and an ethereal aura. Ghandvega bowed slightly to Karn, his expression one of respect and confidence.

Ghandvega :- I am at your service, Maharathi Karn. Together, we will put an end to Makrasur’s plans.

He said, his voice clear and melodic. Karn acknowledged Ghandvega with a nod before turning back to Indra.

Karn :- Devraj, I am ready to embark on this journey. Your trust in me will not be misplaced.

Indra’s face softened, a rare smile gracing his lips.

Indra :- You have my blessings, Karn. May your strength and virtue guide you to victory.

Karn bowed once more, and as he rose, Indra began to fade, his form dissolving into a cascade of light. The clearing returned to its natural stillness, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.



The first rays of dawn filtered through the trees, painting the clearing outside Karn’s modest home in shades of gold and amber. The air was crisp, filled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of birds heralding a new day. Karn stood by the doorway, his belongings neatly packed and slung over his shoulder.

Beside him stood his wife, Suchitra, her delicate features calm yet tinged with sorrow. Her hands rested gently on the shoulders of their six-year-old son, Shatrunjay, who stood silently, his small face set in a determined frown as he fought back tears.

Karn turned to Suchitra, his gaze softening as he embraced her. For a moment, they stood still, holding onto each other, sharing a bond that transcended words. When they finally pulled apart, Karn spoke, his voice filled with warmth and longing.

Karn :- I will miss you every moment of this journey. Even now, I wish you would reconsider and come with me. There is strength in your presence, Suchitra, and I feel it every time we are together.

He said, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. Suchitra smiled faintly, her eyes glistening. She reached up to cup his face, her touch gentle.

Suchitra :- Your journey is long, Arya. It is one of great purpose and sacrifice. My time to join you has not yet come, but when it does, you will find me by your side.

Karn nodded, his heart heavy but understanding her resolve. He pulled her into one last embrace, holding her tightly as if trying to memorize the feel of her in his arms.

Karn :- I love you.

He whispered, his voice barely audible.

Suchitra :- I love you too.

He replied, her voice steady despite the tears in her eyes. Reluctantly, Karn released her and knelt before Shatrunjay, bringing himself to his son’s level. The boy stood rigid, his small hands balled into fists, his lips pressed tightly together in a futile attempt to hold back his emotions.

Karn :- Come here, my little warrior.

He said gently, opening his arms. Shatrunjay hesitated for only a moment before rushing into his father’s embrace. The boy clung to him tightly, his small frame shaking as he finally gave in to his tears.

Shatrunjay :- I’ll miss you, pitashree.

He sobbed, burying his face in Karn’s shoulder. Karn stroked his son’s hair, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Karn :- And I will miss you too, my son. But I need you to be strong for your mother while I’m away. Promise me that you’ll look after her and help her.

Sniffling, Shatrunjay pulled back just enough to look up at his father, his tear-streaked face resolute.

Shatrunjay :- I promise, pitashree.

He said, his voice trembling but firm. Karn smiled, wiping the boy’s tears with his thumb before standing and placing a hand on his head in blessing. He turned to Suchitra one last time, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange of love and understanding.

Gathering his things, Karn glanced at Ghandvega, who waited patiently at the edge of the clearing. The Gandharva nodded, and Karn turned toward the path leading into the forest.

As he began to walk away, he couldn’t resist looking back. Suchitra stood with her hands resting on Shatrunjay’s shoulders, her tear-filled eyes fixed on him. The boy waved hesitantly, his small face filled with a mixture of pride and sadness. Karn’s heart ached at the sight, but he forced himself to smile and raise a hand in farewell.

The forest soon enveloped him and Ghandvega, their figures disappearing into the dense foliage. Karn cast one final glance over his shoulder, committing the image of his family to memory before turning his gaze forward, ready to face the challenges that awaited him.

Behind him, Suchitra and Shatrunjay stood silently, their hearts heavy with the weight of parting but filled with the hope of reunion.



Future Glimpse =>

Karn, enraged beyond measure, his nostrils flaring and his eyes ablaze with a fury that could consume the world, bellowed with the force of a thunderstorm,

Karn :- Yudhisthir!!!

The roar was so powerful it echoed across the tent, reverberating through the hearts of those present. In a fit of anger that blinded him to all but his wrath, Karn seized a sword that had lain idle, its blade gleaming coldly. He charged towards his younger brother with a determined stride, the fire of his anger propelling him forward. His heart pounding like a war drum, Karn's vision was a tunnel narrowed dangerously onto Yudhisthir, whose ill-chosen words had lit this firestorm of rage.

The scene threatened to erupt into chaos, but the quick intervention of Krishna and Draupadi prevented disaster. They stepped in resolutely, their expressions a mix of concern and determination, forming a barrier between Karn and his target. Krishna, with his characteristic calmness, placed a firm yet gentle hand on Karn's arm, halting his advance before it reached its boiling point.

Krishna :- Bhrata Karn! Do you even have any idea what you're going to do?

Krishna's voice was a steady anchor in the tumultuous sea of Karn's emotions. His gaze met Karn's with such intensity it was as if he was piercing through the stormy turmoil inside Karn's soul. Karn's response was immediate, a plea wrapped in an iron will,

Karn :- No, Madhav, please don't stop me! I will kill this coward right now.

His voice cracked with the weight of betrayal he felt, echoing the internal torment tearing through him. Then Draupadi stepped forward to join Krishna in the effort to calm Karn's storm. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, bore into Karn’s with both challenge and compassion,

Draupadi :- What are you saying, Arya? You'll kill your own brother?

Her words were a mirror, reflecting back at Karn the gravity of his intent—an intent that threatened to break bonds thicker than blood. Karn paused, Draupadi's question striking a chord within him. His heart waged a battle against his instincts and emotions.

Karn :- For this very own brother I sacrificed everything, but for what? Only to be called a coward by him!

With a heavy heart and the rage still simmering beneath the surface, Karn loosened his grip, allowing the sword to slip from his hand and clatter onto the stone floor. He turned away, his fists now beating against a nearby table, the dull thud echoing the tumult within him. His actions spoke volumes of his turmoil—a fury born of love turned sour and a heartache born from unfulfilled loyalty.

Yudhisthir watched, his head bowed low, a vivid portrayal of regret and shame washing over him. It was as if the shadows of his own words enveloped him, each syllable burning hot against his conscience. He realized, perhaps too late, the magnitude of the hurt his words had inflicted on the brother who had given so much for the sake of kinship and duty.



Did you like the chapter?

So Karn had now embarked on a new journey. Where will this lead him to?

Sorry for Suchitra not accompanying him at the moment, her role is later in the tale.

How was the glimpse of future? It's just before the final battle between Karn and Amrit.

Do comment if you have any suggestions.

Will see you in the next chapter, untill then, take care and bye.