Indian Epics

Gandhari listened on from the main hall as her father and Bhishma. She knew they were talking about her and from the sounds of it she had just received another marriage proposal. “But he’s a prince!” Bhishma insisted. “My daughter can’t marry a man like that.” Her father replied angrily. A man like what? Ghandari wondered as she continued to listen on for clues as to whom they were talking about. Suddenly she heard a loud band as the door to her father’s office flew open. She tried to act natural, pretending to be engrossed in a book that had been open in her lap. “Daughter, Bhishma has a proposal for you. The prince Dhiritarashtra, from Kuru. The only problem is he’s blind. I understand if you don’t want to have to live with this for the rest of your life. Say the word and I’ll send him away.” Ghandari was shocked that her father would think she was that shallow. She rolled her eyes as she thought about it. People in the kingdom were always calling her stuck up and selfish. If on...

Sita waited by the window every night, looking out at the stars above. She wondered how long it would take Rama to get there. She knew he was coming for her and she just had to be patient. Every night she would get down on her knees and cry and pray to her husband. She was loyal to him and only him. If she could not be reunited with him she prayed that she would die. Life was not worth living without him. Ravana watched Sita from the other room, anger rising up at the sight of her yet again weeping for Rama. What did she see in that blue guy anyways? There was nothing special about him! He was always going on about ethics and doing the right thing. Didn't it get boring? Besides, Rama would never love Sita the way he could. If only she gave him a chance. Angrily, he stormed into her room. "Why are you praying to that man again? Is he a God? Can't you see that he's not coming for you? Even if he was, he's not going to take you back! He cares more about what his p...

Mithala was a lively and cheerful city. People crowded the streets, dancing and singing.  Everyone seemed to be enjoying their lives without a care. The buildings were covered in gold and the streets in jewels. Everything seemed to glitter as the light reflected off of it. That's why Sita loved this city. It always felt like there was something to celebrate. This morning she was up in her balcony playing cards with her friends as she looked upon the people of her father's kingdom. She was proud to be the princess of a place like this, but she wondered if she would ever stop feeling so alone. As she looked out over the balcony, something caught her eye. Two young, handsome men were walking through the streets. Sita was sure she has never seen them before. At that moment, one of the boys looked up at her and his eyes met her. Sita had never believed in love at first sight but as soon as she made eye contact with that boy, the breath was knocked out of her lungs. She felt like...

It had been days since we'd seen any sign of land. About a week earlier a storm had come in from the East, knocking us off our course for home. We were beginning to lose hope. Food supplies became scarce and dehydration was starting to get the better of us. That's why when I saw a strip of sand peak over the horizon I couldn't help but cry out in joy. The gods had heard our prayers! I motioned for the others to look and together we all rejoiced. We began to row towards it and as we got closer we scanned the beach for any signs of life. Massive palm trees rose up into the blue sky and I could see that a vibrant jungle stretched as far as the eye could see. Small huts dotted the shoreline and upon further inspection we could see men working outside, gathering crops and fishing. We finally reached the shore and as we were docking our boat a group of women caught our eye. A woman broke away from the group and approached us. Her eyes locked onto mine and I saw that they were...