The Seconds Diary

Dear Diary,

I am a Queen or I used to be. If you could even call me that, I am or was at this point in my life the first wife married to King Pandu more like King Pale one. I am not the favorite wife but the second Madri. King Pandu is always Madri this and Madri that. I hope my boys never treat their wives like Pandu treats me. Little does the lovely King Pandu know that he has never had an heir. I can’t believe those two left me with all the children! Like it is not my fault he shot the sages in deer form and then got himself exiled. All those years in solitude and he never thought when he saw Madri again why have I been casted out all of those years. But no, he just ran to Madri like an idiot but you know what they say you can’t fix stupid. And that had to be the stupidest move. Then here comes the melodramatic Madri talking about her heart and how she could not bare to live in a world without him. Like Madri do you not remember the children? Everyone else viewed it as a noble sacrifice when I was the one to offer to go first but she was like uhm I am his true love. Yes because true love always has another's child. But I let her go one and be with the love of her life. Don’t get me wrong I wish them the best in the afterlife but I also hope yama loses their souls just for a little while. I think my boys should have only one wife each because if they are anything like their “father” two women is too much for them to handle. Wouldn’t it be absolutely comical if all five of them had to share a wife, haha what would be the odds of that happening. Anywho I doubt the love god would ever go that far. Tata I think the boys are up to no good.


Queen Kunti and the Panhava Brothers
Source:Wordzz



 Author’s note: I noticed in the epic how they always favored Madri and how even to the end Madri was the favorite and made it known by being the sacrifice. I think that how would I feel if I was Kunti and had to constantly hear that I was the least favorite wife and what better way to express your innermost feelings than a diary entry.

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