Seed of Mahabharata War sprouts 👇
Sakuni, erstwhile prince of Gandhara felt the pair of dice 🎲 in his palms
A drop of tear fell on them and evaporated instantly
A sinister line of smile appeared on his face for a split second but was instantly replaced by the inscrutable face
He gently rolled the dice in his palms and looked around the prison cell
The skeleton remains of his father and brothers were scattered around
He had withstood the trauma of seeing each of them starving to death to keep him well fed
Well, they not only fed him their share of food but also the will power to withstand and the skill power to avenge the wrong
He held the dice close to heart and murmured
"Dear bones of my father and brothers, I trust in you and I live to fulfil our goal, bless me"
With that he called out number 'five' and let the dice roll on the floor
The pair of dice rolled to a stop and
Hurray it was no 5
Sakuni repeated this ritual till he was convinced of the supernatural power of 'spell' that controlled the pair of dice to roll as per his minds will
Sakuni slowly stood up from the floor, hid the pair of dice 🎲 in his waist belt, threw a cotton cloth around his torso
And awaited the routine visit by his nephew Duryodhan to his prison cell
That sinister smile sparked again and Sakuni murmured
"I am Ready"
The seed of Mahabharata War sprouted 🌱
