(Midnight. Shakuni sat in a corner of his camp, staring at the chessboard, lost in thought. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence and interrupted his chain of thoughts).
Shakuni (startled): "Sister? You here? At this hour of night? And tears in your eyes... surely not for the blind king’s sons?"
Gandhari (calm but firm): "Shakuni, I still remember the vow we took when leaving Gandhara. Though the Kauravas were born from my womb, they are like snake lings—enemies of Gandhara. I will not shed tears for them. Today, Shalya has been killed in battle. The war is nearing its end.
(sobbing)I came to see you one last time... Tomorrow, perhaps, on the battlefield..."
Shakuni (interrupting with bitter laughter): "Ha! Ha! Ha! So, I’m going to die tomorrow—is that it? We both knew this truth from the very first day of war. Why cry now? Eighteen divisions of Indian armies have been destroyed. Three generations wiped out. And what loss did Gandhara suffer? Only a handful of soldiers, including us. Has such a thing ever happened in history?
No army of Bhishma will ever enter Gandhara again. No Gandhari will have to sacrifice her life again. Gandhara no longer fears India. Foolish Indian kings dance to foreign tunes for power. Now the world knows this. Hastinapur was full of foolish intellectuals that’s why our mission succeeded. Gandhari, wipe your tears. Look ahead.
The selfish Hindu and Buddhist kings of the Spata Sindhu region will not help King Dahir of Sindh. See, Gandhara’s cavalry is ready to destroy the Spata Sindhu region..."
(Both shouts together) "Victory to Gandhara!"
Though this story is ancient, it hides the true history of India’s subjugation
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