Under the scorching heat of the sun, the sky appeared blue, stretching wide without the presence of clouds.Dry air blew gently as a young woman's hand trembled while lifting a baby to be placed in a wooden box. The brown wooden box had its every corner sealed with wax. No tears were seen in her eyes, only fear and anxiety.The girl's face looked pale. Her parents would either exile her or even kill her with their own hands.Only if they knew she had been involved with someone enough to bear a child without marriage.She looked again at her baby, adorned with earrings and a necklace given by the baby's father.The baby's skin looked radiant. She knew this baby would grow strong, handsome, and brave like his father, who was admired by many. But she truly didn't care about the baby.She just wanted the baby out of her life. She was too young to be a mother.Her only choice was to float this baby down the Ashwanadi river, connected to the Ganges river.Strengthening her resolve, she stoo
That evening, Karna ran home and asked his mother, "Mother, am I not your child? Why do they all say I am illegitimate?"Radha left her work in the kitchen and immediately hugged Karna. "Don't listen to them, Karna. You are our child."That night, Adhiratha came home and found Karna looking sad. Radha secretly told him about what happened that evening.After dinner, Adhiratha called Karna to sit beside him. "Karna, Father will tell you about yourself. Not because we don't love you, but because Father feels you are old enough to know." Adhiratha recounted the entire story of finding him by the Ganges River, and Radha brought out the box and cloth that wrapped him when he was a baby.Karna touched the box and the smooth cloth."We may not be your biological parents," Radha said, "But our love for you is no less than a biological parent's love for their child. We love you."Adhiratha touched Karna's head. "You are Radheya—son of Radha. You are our child even though our blood does not flo
Adhiratha was surprised even though he had suspected it from the beginning. Often in recent years, he had taken Radheya to the palace where he worked to help clean the stables and repair damaged chariots.During breaks, Radheya would always look towards the knights practicing weapons with sparkling eyes. Something within him, a greater destiny, kept calling from deep within his heart."Do studying the Vedas and spirituality not interest you?" Adhiratha knew Radheya studied the Vedas and writing from a Brahmana. He and his wife could see Radheya's interest in that learning."I enjoy it just as much as I enjoy the art of horse riding that Father taught me," Radheya said, pleasing his father. "But martial arts and the art of war make me excited and thirsty to learn."Adhiratha and Radheya remained silent for a while, staring at the flowing water of the Ganges river. The chirping of birds in the forest mixed with the sound of flowing water."Father," Radheya said, bowing his head, "I know
Adhiratha tried his best for his child. On that day, the moment he had been waiting for months finally arrived.When he became the charioteer for King Dhritarashtra. Because King Dhritarashtra had many charioteers, no one knew when they would have the chance to meet him.On the journey, accompanying King Dhritarashtra around the city of Hastinapur, Adhiratha gathered his courage to speak boldly to this blind King.He was ready to be punished if his actions were too bold, but it was the only choice to support his child."Your Majesty, the generous King Dhritarashtra," said Adhiratha as he drove his chariot through the streets of Hastinapur, "I have a request that weighs heavily on my heart. May Your Majesty please listen.""Speak," replied King Dhritarashtra, slightly unaccustomed to being addressed by his charioteer."I have a son whom I obtained from the river Ganga. He has grown into a strong and brave young man. He greatly admires Your Majesty, and his aspiration is to become a war
Almost every day, Radheya visits the horse stables and the carriage workshop located at the back of the palace.His daily tasks revolve around cleaning the horse stables, feeding the horses, bathing them, cleaning the carriages, and other tasks related to horses and carriages.Three weeks have passed since the incident with Drona, and Radheya has been trying not to remember it anymore. Living life as a charioteer has become his destiny."Radheya, come here," called a palace coachman. Radheya, who was brushing the horse's fur, left his work and ran towards the coachman. "Yes?""Give this cloth to the scribe from the back room of the palace library," said the coachman. "He hurriedly left it on his carriage.""Okay," said Radheya, taking the folded cloth and quickly running towards the palace library through the servants' special route.The palace library has two interconnected rooms: one room for the king, prince, and nobles to access, and the back room where the scribes work and exit w
Radheya realized that it would be difficult to find a teacher willing to teach him the art of war and martial arts, as he clearly came from the sudra caste. He looked up at the sun above him and then prostrated himself."God Surya, you who bestow your rays on everyone regardless of caste, let yourself be my teacher." After paying homage like a student to a teacher, he went to a forest with a plan to train in martial arts on his own. He knew that to master martial arts, discipline in training was crucial.Quickly, his feet ran through the trees and bushes to find a high place. Along the way, Radheya found a natural cave that was uninhabited. He unloaded his belongings containing an axe, sword, spear, bow and arrows—items he had ordered from a blacksmith a few months ago.Radheya cut down some trees with his axe, arranged them neatly, and made them into a door for his cave. He turned branches into arrows and spears. The rest became firewood.Every morning, Radheya would train himself wi
The shouts of victory echoed loudly from Radheya's lips, intentionally mocking Drona once again, which angered Ekalavya. Ekalavya then initiated a shooting contest without looking, which he won by a small margin. He proceeded to mock the sun god, Surya, who was Radheya's teacher.Half a year passed with the two young men competing against each other. Radheya trained from morning till night to perfect his archery, as did Ekalavya. Often, they would light a fire at night just to practice. They ate together every day, joked around, and teased each other."I am Drona's best student," Ekalavya declared one day as he successfully shot an eye from a wooden fish-shaped statue from a great distance. Radheya could only grimace.That morning, Ekalavya had invited Radheya to spy on Drona's military school where a competition among Drona's students was being held. One prince managed to shoot an eye from a small wooden fish statue hanging on a distant tree, earning Drona's high praise.Ekalavya was
After worshipping the sun in the morning like usual, Radheya ran to Ekalavya's place."I've been waiting for you since this morning, why haven't you come yet..." Radheya fell silent for a moment upon seeing Ekalavya trying to cover a wound on his right hand with a cloth that already turned red."What happened?" Radheya exclaimed in surprise and immediately grabbed Ekalavya's right hand, which was still bleeding."I'm fine," Ekalavya said.Radheya saw a large missing part where the thumb should have been. Now it only left raw flesh and white bone protruding."Hold on," Radheya said. He lit a fire where Ekalavya usually cooked and then placed a short knife on it.He burned the knife until it glowed red. Radheya held Ekalavya's right hand and then placed the hot knife on the flesh where the thumb used to be.Ekalavya screamed loudly until he passed out.When he woke up, he saw his right hand wrapped in crushed leaves."What happened?" Radheya asked while giving him water to drink.Ekalav