قبل از هر گونه فعالیت در سایت به قوانین توجه نمایید. mahabharata ramesh menon
“I cannot break you,” he told the bow. “You are older than gods. But I can give you back.”
“I killed you,” Arjuna said.
“Karna was my brother,” Arjuna said. “Yes. I killed him.”
Arjuna did not weep. That was the first curse of the Gandiva: it had taught him to turn grief into action, sorrow into steel. But there was no war left. No enemy worthy of a shaft. Only the slow, rusting silence of peace.
“I was doing my dharma,” Arjuna said, but the words tasted like ash.
“I cannot break you,” he told the bow. “You are older than gods. But I can give you back.”
“I killed you,” Arjuna said.
“Karna was my brother,” Arjuna said. “Yes. I killed him.”
Arjuna did not weep. That was the first curse of the Gandiva: it had taught him to turn grief into action, sorrow into steel. But there was no war left. No enemy worthy of a shaft. Only the slow, rusting silence of peace.
“I was doing my dharma,” Arjuna said, but the words tasted like ash.
قبل از هر گونه فعالیت در سایت به قوانین توجه نمایید. mahabharata ramesh menon