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[daancienttime]

Will Lost City of Dwarka Located? Survive the Recession?

The Lost City of Dwarka has long captured the imagination of historians, archaeologists, and enthusiasts alike. Said to be the ancient kingdom of Lord Krishna, its existence has been debated and studied for decades. While the search for Dwarka continues, its survival through economic downturns like recessions raises intriguing questions.

The quest for Dwarka's location has seen significant progress in recent years, with underwater archaeological explorations off the coast of Gujarat, India. These investigations have revealed submerged structures and artifacts, hinting at the possibility of an ancient city. As technology advances, researchers are better equipped to explore the ocean's depths, offering renewed hope of discovering this fabled city.

However, the survival of Dwarka's exploration and research could indeed be impacted by economic recessions. Funding for archaeological projects often faces challenges during times of financial uncertainty. Limited resources and competing priorities might hinder the progress of excavations and studies related to Dwarka. Yet, history has shown that human fascination with uncovering the past is resilient, and dedicated researchers often find ways to persevere.

Recessions can lead to a shift in priorities, potentially affecting public and private funding for archaeological endeavors. Governments might need to allocate resources to more immediate concerns, and philanthropic contributions could dwindle. Nevertheless, the allure of solving historical mysteries like Dwarka's location could inspire creative collaborations, alternative funding sources, and renewed public interest.

In conclusion, while the search for The Lost City of Dwarka continues to captivate our curiosity, its survival through a recession depends on a complex interplay of factors. Economic downturns can certainly pose challenges to archaeological endeavors, potentially slowing down progress. However, human determination to uncover the secrets of the past, combined with innovative approaches to funding and research, may ensure that the quest for Dwarka persists, even in the face of adversity.

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Discover the enigmatic allure of The Lost City Of Dwarka. Unearth its ancient secrets and dive into a captivating journey through time and history.

[krsnaradhika]

In which I narrate the story of the Syamantaka jewel rather quickly.

Roughly five thousand years ago, in the auspicious land of Aryavarta, when the pseudo emperor wrecked havoc upon the Yadava tribes— there came a savior who uplifted their melancholic spirits. Fighting off Jarasandha seventeen times, during the eighteenth ambush, Krishna: the sole surviving son of Devaki and Vasudeva, took his kinsmen to the safety of the sea.

The thalassic city of Dwarka as it was named, the one with numerous gates was the capital of the Yadavas. There lived a prosperous merchant named Satrajita. He had the gem Syamantaka, and a gem among women for his daughter— Satyabhama. Several springs back, while offering his dawn worship to the solar god, he had found her in a gigantic lotus bloom floating on a pond.

Now, it was when the Syamantaka jewel went missing that the merchant lost his senses, clouded by roaring vexation.

“This! This Vrishni prince, this Krishna of notorious mien has stolen my property which was a blessing from Suryadeva!” Satrajita shrieked, fixing a furious gaze at the dark-complexioned lord who had arrived at once when he heard of the unfortunate incident. Krishna gaped at him incredulously, wordless at the pang of emotions that hit him like the celestial Vajra. With his signature grin robbed away, he shook his head ever so slightly, war-like shoulders sagged in sadness.

The father of Satyabhama continued his lament, “He had come wishing for the Syamantaka to be submitted in the treasury. Surely I turned him down, for it belongs to me. Now he took it away by force when his vanity was injured!”

Behind the slightly parted gates of her residence stood Satyabhama, aghast and devastation written on her golden visage, oddly mirroring the turmoil of the accused. An emptiness swirled in her chest and she staggered a step, never knowing when her knees would give in.

The lotus born was not a stranger to the kingmaker. She knew him like the back of her palm— like the rains know petrichor, like the constellations know the moon and how the sun is wont to the seamless ether. She’d admire him from a distance, barely in touch but so much in his mind, Krishna could never truly shake off her orphic presence.

All her dreams and all his exuberance shattered at the wrath of Satrajita.

“Father, you sent Uncle Prasena to the eastern forests with the gem, didn’t you?” Satyabhama strode into the privacy of her house, turning the heads of her extended family along with the beautiful dusky prince. Her eyes pooled with fury driven tears and she turned her head down, ashamed by the shock in her father’s eyes and found him let down by her gall. But how could she let go of her strong sense of justice?

Prasenajita, the brother of Satrajita and Satyabhama’s uncle was known to be fond of hunting. Since not many days, neither him nor the gem were heard of.

“The jungle is guarded by the king of the bears, the immortal Jambavan. I apologize for the humiliation, Your Highness. I’m terribly sorry for my transgressions against you too, father.” She hastily brushed away her tears and swallowed the guilt gnawing at her throat. Her parents were rendered mum by her demeanor, known to maintain dignified silence unless not spoken to. She was immensely self respecting and knew her strengths— but this was something not envisaged.

“Be victorious in your pursuits. I must take my leave.” And she marched into her chambers and shut the doors in a frenzy, cursing at her stars.

Taking his cue, Krishna set off to find the jewel and clear his reputation. Even the common folks were influenced by the senseless words of Satrajita and eyed him with suspicion, him who had earned a venerable position for his clan in the political dynamics of the subcontinent. But he was known to steal butter back in his boyhood days, and old habits die hard.

Krishna’s ilks who had accompanied him in his quest, returned from the frightening jungle. However, without him by their side.

For twenty-nine days and twenty-nine nights, Satyabhama neither knew rest nor sleep. Her thoughts would often drift to the ignominy of the man she had come to love and the dejection in her father’s eyes. She tossed and turned on her bed all night, haunted by all sorts of morbid possibilities. “Why did you pit me against my own father, Gauri Maa? Will you not protect the marital serendipity of Princess Rukmini who has left everything and all for him?” She wept afore the mother-goddess presiding over the local temple, never knowing how to face the first wife of her beloved. Am I the root of her sorrow? I shouldn't have led him to his doom. The wretched thing isn’t worth the dust of his feet.

On day thirty, His Highness made a grandiose reappearance. Darker and gleaming like winter eventides, brawn and glorious in the same vein as that of rain clouds— Krishna came, like an elixir upon barren earth, with the Syamantaka tied around his nape in a flower festoon and a new wife in his arms. The woman was about as tall as him, if not more, which was surely a lot. She had the complexion of blue water lilies and embodied the goddess of the forests, Aranyani. Like Seeta would follow Rama and like how Rama would be fond of his bride, Krishna and the woman casted coy glances at each other. Satyabhama added two and two to find she was Jambavati, the daughter of Jambavan.

Prasenajita had been mauled to death by a lion and the beast was vanquished by Jambavan, who had then acquired the jewel. Nearly two moons of a brawl later, Krishna had defeated the bear king and revealed to him that he was the Raghava Jambavan had aided in the previous era.

Satyabhama knew neither envy nor dismay. All that mattered was Krishna being safe and sound, and happy.

Dwarka clamored in bliss once again, echoing the chants of the god incarnate’s name. People fell at his feet and he patiently made his way through them, making them rise again and beaming their way. Eventually, he reached the palatial foyer and formally greeted his family and friends.

Satrajita mumbled endless apologies, bowing to the usually gregarious youth who was going beet red in shame at the wallowing of the merchant. Elders weren't supposed to be belittled so, Krishna believed.

“Please- this is the least I can do, son. I have falsely tarnished your image when—”

Krishna shook his head, the opal diadem with a fluttering iridescent feather the only thing adorning him. He was ethereal through and through, the ocean of compassion. “I cannot have your gem, Arya. It should be under your protection. I have never desired it for myself. Besides, this is not the best jewel that you have.” He turned to glimpse at Satyabhama who gaped blankly at the trio— Satrajita, Krishna and Jambavati.

The bear princess winked at her. I know your secret, her mischief seemed to articulate.

“In that case.” Satrajita took his daughter’s crimson painted palm in his own and led her entranced self to the kingmaker with a flute. “You may have the best one, Vaasudeva. You are the only one I deem competent to have my true fortune. She has guided my maligned mind away from the dark and brought me undying glee. My sweet child Satyabhame, do you consent to this marriage?”

Flustered, she nodded in affirmation and her bridegroom gladly looped an arm around her. Rukmini circled the veneration platter around the three of them, a broad grin splitting her gentle face.

Reverence softened his lotus eyes and he whispered to her, slightly leaning to her side, as if praying for Devi Lakshmi to grace him, “Welcome home, Bhame. I could never not have wished for your hand in mine.”

[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

KaJu

Pt.4 -> Masterlist

Arjuna and Subhadra departed for Dwarka in the next morning before dawn, while Karna departed for Anga Pradesh. As the new-found brothers had both left together, they exchanged subtle tensed glances between themselves, but they didn't speak any words to each other as they left.

Arjuna was reminded of how they’d left at dawn for Panchal three months ago. That day seemed so far behind him now. Unlike that day of his battle, the weather today was comfortingly chilly…but he was still tensed, lost in the trail of his thoughts about what Karna had told him…

The whole 3-day journey to Dwarka, Subhadra had sensed Arjuna's tension, and had kept him distracted from his thoughts by talking all about Dwarka and her brothers.

"Uh… Excuse me, Rajkumari Subhadra-" Arjuna tried to ask.

But Subhadra interrupted. "Oh please! Quit with the formalities. Just call me Subhadra."

"Oh, I- okay…so Subhadra," He slightly hesitated, "Can you tell me more about…Vasudev Krishna?"

"Oh! Ehehe!" She giggled a little. "I am afraid you have to talk to him yourself to find out more about him. He's not that…explainable in words, and I can't give you any satisfactory answers about him, Rajkumar Arjuna."

Arjuna didn't really understand what she meant, but considering she was the sister of the person he asked about, he knew that she definitely knew him better than most and what she said must have been true, so he didn't ask much.

The three days of journery passed mostly uneventful, but not unpleasant. Infact, Subhadra was really kind to him…but Arjuna being Arjuna, he kind of struggled to talk as he only trusted and talked to people who he knew thoroughly and vice versa.

The next morning, as they drew closer to Dwarka, Arjuna was in awe and surprise; Dwarka was a really very beautiful kingdom, and there was not a doubt about that. Even the outskirts were long, stretching, green, luscious fields, the scenery was beautiful and everything was picturesque…a beautiful river was running through them, and rows of hills on the horizon, soft in the distance. To say he was in awe and captivated was an understatement.

He saw huge the towering gates which guarded the entrance of the city, blocking it from view, when they were slowing down. As they came to a full stop, Subhadra stepped out eagerly. "Wait for a few minutes", she told him, "I have to talk to the guards for a moment."

Arjuna could only nod in response as he gazed around, momentarily forgetting all his worries about his family, and taking in everything as he got off his horse; the sky was a mesmerising blue hue, a few clouds in different shapes here and there. He was so mesmerised in admiring the scenery that he didn't hear someone approach him from behind.

"Hey, you!"

Arjuna turned around and he blinked in confusion…until he took in the former's appearance and his own breath hitched…

This boy, who was older and taller than him by maybe two or three years…he was so attractive that Arjuna would have lied if he said he wasn’t affected…he had bluish-dark skin, dark curly hair, and lotus-shaped eyes (just like Arjuna himself), but the latter's eyes were multihued, and his hair was clearly a lot longer than Arjuna's, whose was only till his shoulders. That boy was taller too, and clearly more charming and handsome and beautiful from all wa– uh anyways…

As the young man neared Arjuna, the latter got a whift of the scent of Parijat flowers from him…and a deep connection, as if their souls were connected, which he couldn't understand, let alone explain.

"Hm", the older boy exclaimed thoughtfully. "I've been watching you. I know who you are."

Arjuna finally broke out of his daze and shook his head a little to break out of his completely, before answering his question. "Ah, what? You do? Really?"

The man nodded, "Yes, really. I know you and I know everything."

Arjuna just blinked and then…a really awkward pause followed. All he was could murmur out was an, "…eh?"

A momentary look of amusement appeared on the man’s face, and the next moment, he burst into a fit of laughter and slapped his palm to his forehead. Arjuna stared and blinked confused and innocently, not knowing how to react.

"Oh my, I was joking and you literally didn't even understand!"

Arjuna tilted his head slightly to the side, confused out of his mind. Had he been rude or something? "Oh well…then I am sorry-"

"You are? You didn't even know I was joking!", cried the man incredulously, before covering his face and laughing helplessly.

"Oh…you were?" The expression of the younger boy's face was so serious and innocent that the older one was laughing even more uncontrollably. When he gathered himself a little somewhat, he came closer to the other one, a mischievous smile on his face.

"You're Pandava Kumar, Arjuna, from Hastinapur, right?" He asked.

"Ah, yes. But how did you know?"

"I told you I know everything."

"I thought you told me you were joking…"

"I am joking now as well!", he said mischievously. "Many people know the kingdom of Hastinapur and its residents. But I was bound to know anyway. Why wouldn’t I know who my sister is travelling with?"

Arjuna took a pause to process that information. Sister…?

That was when he realised that the boy in front of him was dressed in silken robes, immaculate jewellery, that only royalty could wear, and a sleek, elegant crown framed the top of his head, and was decorated with a vibrant and beautiful peacock feather. Arjuna's gaze then flicked to his attractive waist, where a tiny satchel hung from his robes, carrying a golden flute.

"Wait, so…you are–…?" But he got interrupted.

"Bhratashree Krishna! There you are." Subhadra exclaimed as she returned back to Arjuna, and turned her gaze back on the younger male. "Well, I see you finally met with my brother."

"Finally?" Krishna asked, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow in curiosity and playful amusement.

Subhadra giggled a little as she answered with a smile. "Yes, finally. Because, Rajkumar Arjuna here, was asking a lot about you, Bhratashree."

Krishna hid an amused snort of his, as Arjuna averted his subtly embarrassed gaze from Krishna's amused ones; 'Ah, so adorable you are, Parth…' the latter thought, amused and fond. "Well, I have heard a lot about you, Parth."

"You have?" Arjuna asked, blinking in subtle surprise

"Ah! Of course I have! Even Baldau praises you, and the stories of your valour are all around, if I must say. I also heard stories of your time in your Maha Guru Drona's ashram. Your dedication to archery is admirable, if I say so myself, that you took it to the point of mastering it with both hands and even winning sleep because of that, and learning to shoot in the dark for that as well, huh? Truly admirable you are, Arjuna…"

Arjuna, who was composed and reserved with other people outside of his family, blushed in embarrassment (and an unknowing stirring feeling inside of him he didn't know of…). "Ah…you’re embarrassing me, Vasudev–"

"Oh, please! Don't be so formal with me. Call me anything you like!"

Arjuna, composing himself, now blinked again as he put his fingers on his chin and thought for a moment. "…Madhav."

Krishna was pleasantly surprised with (and loved) the new nickname. "Madhav? Why 'Madhav'?"

"Well, you belong to the Madhu Dynasty…it also means the Lord of Fortune, and…you're like Honey…in a way." Arjuna put forth all of his reasons, only adding to Krishna's growing amusement, fondness and pleasure…while Subhadra just watched back and forth between her brother and the one who accompanied her all the way to Dwarka, confused and on how it got all to this.

Arjuna honestly didn't know what was the unknown pull of attraction towards…Krishna, but he wasn’t complaining…it had a gentle feeling, the true feeling of something like…love or what…?

But then Subhadra siddenly shook her head to break out of her confusion and finally spoke up. "I think it's better if we move inside, or do you wish to stay outside and converse the whole day with your…new best friend?"

Krishna chuckled. "Of course, of course, Subhadre! And oh, I'll have to ride with the both of you. My poor legs are tired from walking around the fields all day since sunrise. I don't want to walk all the way back."

Krishna and Subhadra got on the carriage, while Arjuna went with them, on his horse. Krishna was staring at Arjuna the whole way, admiring the way the sun enhanced the younger prince's face as he stared at everyday in awe and wonder, all the while Subhadra was pouting the whole way because she didn't get to talk enough.

Then Arjuna's eyes caught the palace of Dwarka…it was outstanding! It really was a grand structure, nearly twice the size of Hastinapur's. It had been built on a hilltop that overlooked the city from the front, and the seashore from the back. The grounds leading up to the main doors were made up of a garden, with stone steps, beds of flowers and trees all around the perimeter and a lively, rectangular fountain and pool. Behind the palace, he could see a portion of some other buildings, presumably connected to the main structure.

The interior was even more beautiful…Large tapestries hung from the walls, red and purple carpeting with gold designs hid the floor from view, plants and decorations were put up in several places on the floor and the pillars. Tiny lamps hung in majestic chandeliers above. The grand hall had a staircase leading to several hallways, smaller or larger corridors, other rooms, and more staircases leading to different parts of the palace. Arjuna, honestly, found himself overwhelmed by it all, his mind dazed.

Krishna had to hold back someone if his mischievous snickers at the adorable reactions of his Arjuna. After some time, nearly evening, Krishna finally led Arjuna to a guest room. "You can stay here for the time being, Parth. And no, I am not letting you go that soon out of the Dwarka."

Arjuna smiled and nodded in response. He didn't mind, not at all.

"You should rest for today. You travelled a lot, and you must be tired." Krishna spoke. "I have to go and prepare to leave for the day after tomorrow."

"Huh? Where are you going?" Arjuna asked.

"Oh, just somewhere." He replied back vaguely. "Just a matter I have to attend to."

Arjuna understood and nodded back slightly in response. He stayed quiet for a moment as Krishna prepared to go to his own chambers when Arjuna called out to him once more.

"…Madhav."

Krishna paused, 'Oh, how I love hearing that name come out of your lips, my dear…', and then he turned around, looking back at Arjuna.

"Can I possibly come with you, Madhav?"

Krishna's eyes subtly widened, pleasantly surprised. Today was a day he was pleasantly surprised more than he ever was in his lifs. He smiled back at the other in response. "Ah, of course you can. I could use a little help."

Arjuna blinked and then shrugged slightly. "I'll help you however I can."

Krishna's fond look increased at Arjuna. "Great! It's settled then. We both will leave together in the morning of the day after tomorrow. You should rest now, Parth." Krishna shared one of his charming smiles at Arjuna again…who took notice of how Krishna's nickname for him was getting more and more affectionate and natural on the Shyamasundara's tongue, and how it rolled off perfectly…Arjuna slightly flushed but then shook his head, and quickly smiled back at Krishna…who, much to hid fondness and amusement had took notice of all of Arjuna's thoughts and reactions.

That night, Arjuna slept peacefully for the first time in almost a week, momentarily forgetting of his family's worries…

Much lines of it have been taken from @SuaveBlackSwan from AO3

[worlds-of-imaginations]

Underwater relics of the old world...

It is assumed that the oldest city in the world is Qaramel, which was founded at least… 12 thousand years BCE. We do not find traces of earlier civilizations. Probably some cataclysm (flood?) happened earlier, but slowly we are finding ruins of lost civilizations also under water. Submerged ruins of cities are found in every part of the world. The coastlines of seas and oceans have changed many times, just like the climate on Earth, and old artifacts and ruins of old worlds are evidence of these changes. Some of the more famous cities, which were mostly swallowed by water at one time, are the Egyptian Alexandria, Pavlopetri (Greece) or the legendary city of Dwarka in India. Sometimes a local flood occurred as a result of an earthquake. And what if some of these remains turned out to be a relic of the world before the great flood (described by all old books and probably taking place around 12-13 thousand years BCE?

[blackknight-100]

Mahabharat AU: Draupadi does not accompany the Pandavas to the exile + Bonus Subhadra

This is a complementary piece to this Ramayan AU.

Warnings for mentions of harassment, and violence. Major character deaths. Possibly going to make you cry, but +1 should revive you.

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Yudhisthir may have lost everything – his kingdom, crown and coins – but he has not yet lost his thirst for justice. It is his folly that has brought this upon them, and he will not let Draupadi take the fall for it. Already once his royal wife has walked barefoot on rough paths, forsaking the joys of her father’s house for her husbands’ sake, and he will be damned before he allows that again. When Draupadi declares her intention to accompany them – and it shames him in a way no taunts or mockery of the Kaurava courtiers might – he turns to her and says, “No, you must stay.”

Yagyaseni, bless whoever named her so, flares up like the fires she was born from, and bares her teeth at him – a flash of lighting across midnight sky. “You would leave me here then, husband, at the mercy of your noble cousins?”

Krishna speaks before he can answer, “Take her, cousin, who knows what is on the way?” Then he smirks daringly and adds, “She is more than five of you put together, are you sure you want to court her wrath?”

Draupadi whacks him across the head. Yudhisthir wishes he had done that. But he will not be moved, and to his surprise, his mother touches his wife’s hand and murmurs, “Stay, little flame, do not leave me alone. Think of your children, of your sister-wives, and stay.”

Subhadra, only too happy at this turn of events, starts chattering about going to Dwarka, and Draupadi, never able to deny her best friend’s sister, reluctantly gives in. Yudhisthir is only glad he has won at least one match today.

2.

It occurs to them that Draupadi would have been the best keeper of the Akshaya Patra – for she had ever  diligently managed the Finances and Kitchens of Indraprastha, but she is not with them, so their eldest brother gives Bheema the vessel to keep. It is only meet, for when it comes to food, he is the most knowledgeable of them all. Every day, he takes care to serve his brothers and their companions and feeds himself last. Every day he wipes the dish clean, for hygiene is as important as the food itself, and Bheema will not have anyone ill under his charge.

Rishi Durvasa arrives with his proteges after he has finished his meal one afternoon, and Yudhisthir – after sending them for a bath – wrings his hands in dismay. “Oh, what shall we do now? How do we feed them?”

“The Akshaya Patra will give no more food, Jyestha,” he tells him, and Yudhisthir moans.

There is a knock on their window, and a peacock feather flashes outside.

“Madhav!” Arjuna exclaims, “Madhav is here. He has come to help us. Have faith yet, Jyestha.”

But the faith is for naught, for Krishna listens to their tale, leans over the empty pot, and shakes his head sorrowfully. “If only Krishnaa were here,” he laments, and Bheema heeds his words no more.

Durvasa returns from his bath and erupts in wrathful tirade, and flings at them a furious curse, “One day, you too shall be given hope, and have it snatched away.”

They bend their heads and listen, for what else is there to be done?

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Draupadi feels safest in her city in the hills, in her brothers’ arms, but her father has taught her of duty so she accompanies her twin to check on her mother-in-law. Not for the first time she wonders what keeps her there, in the shadows of the Kaurava’s might, cowering in her brother-in-law's house.

“This is my home,” Kunti says, when she asks her, “and they shall not drive me out of what my husband has left for me.” Draupadi supposes she can respect that.

Outside, Dhristadyumna stops to admire the flowers in the Prime Minister’s garden, ever flourishing under the ministrations of his gentle wife, and Draupadi leans against a tree to rest. A hand snatches at her waist, and before she can react, Jayadratha’s husky laugh tickles her hair. Draupadi does the only thing she can think of then – she screams.

Dhristadyumna barrels around the corner and throws himself at them. He is no match for most of the warriors who attend this court, but with Jayadratha he is equal.

Vidura comes running out of his house, and Jayadratha curses and flees, but not without leaving one last gift – a diagonal cut across her brother’s chest. Draupadi watches, and weeps.

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Sahadeva has known premonitions all his life. Experience taught him to believe what they say, and this day, he knows, something ill befalls Panchali, miles away in the elephant city. But they are far away, and their hands are tied, and he must keep his silence, as he did all his life.

4.

Arjuna, now Brinnhala, loathes his- no, her new body, the strange vulnerability, the crawling sensation of lustful eyes trailing across her person as she walks. Nakula – now Granthika – teases her mercilessly, but calls himself her husband, reminds her to refer to herself as a woman, and wraps a loving arm around her when Keechak comes close.

It provides little obstacle for the burly man, for he is the King’s kin and hand, and there are few things he cannot possess. He grabs her when he comes to meet sweet Uttaraa and drags her uncomfortably close.

“Be mine,” he murmurs, hot and sultry, uncaring of his niece’s presence, and Brinnhala shudders. She suddenly has a lot more sympathy for her wife.

When she speaks of this to her brothers, Bheema bares his teeth and Sahadeva shuts his eyes in grief. But it is Nakula, sweet, dear brother that he is, who is the most furious. “I will kill him! I swear, I’ll kill him,” he seethes. “How dare he?”

Yudhisthir, however, shakes his head. “We can hardly afford to reveal ourselves now,” he says, sounding older than his years, “I am sorry, Arj- Brinnhala.”

She dips her head, and accepts that, for what else can she say?

5.

King Virat of Matsya is quietly apologetic when he hears of their true identities but politely refuses his aid. "We are a small kingdom, and can hardly afford to engage in family matters, Your Majesty,” he tells Yudhisthir. “Hastinapur has been ever friendly to us, and already we have offended them by hosting you."

Beside him, Keechak sneers. Perhaps it is the memory of Arjuna’s torment, but the Pandavas had hoped to have this kingdom's support, as if Keechak would ever owe them anything. Arjuna almost wishes Duryodhana would have attacked Matysa, for then perhaps they would have convinced this complacent king. Yudhisthir offers kind words and his farewells, and they leave Matsya with little to their name.

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Drupada is eager to avenge his daughter's humiliation. For that they need an army, so the Pandavas call their potential allies to war. They arrive at Kurukshetra with their banners and standards, and Sahadeva sees Uncle Shalya in the Kaurava camp.

"I had hoped to have you fight with us," he cannot help but say, bitter and shamed. His uncle has no answer.

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Yudhisthir is not quite sure what the Aacharya is planning. It seemed to him they were planning a chakravyuha before, but it never came to pass. Krishna says it is because Jayadratha has gained no boon. Yudhisthir cannot fathom what that means, but then, no one understands anything his cousin says.

“I have thought of a way to kill Drona,” Krishna tells him.

He had never thought of killing Drona, and he hears the plot with dismay. He has never lied in his life, and yet now he must utter words of deceit to the very person who taught him all he knew.

“It is not lying,” Krishna tells him. “It is not your fault if he does not hear.”

Yudhisthir clings to those words but hopes still that his teacher be spared.

They put it to action the following day. They are close, for already Drona has forsaken his weapons. Arjuna’s hands tremble, and Yudhisthir can sympathise. Dhristadyumna rushes forward and slices his throat. Somewhere close Jayadratha’s conch blows, and a single arrow strikes their commander’s head off his shoulders. Ashwatthama bears down upon them like Rudra come to earth. Krishna turns Arjuna’s chariot away. The rest of them follow, wondering what to tell their wife.

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Yudhisthir gets away but Nakula’s day is far from over. Karna joins Ashwatthama as they chase him, and the King of Anga challenges him to a duel that he loses. He hopes he will be killed (for how could he live with such humiliation!?) but Karna – bloodied and vicious – laughs and mocks him, his lineage and his brother’s dharma, and leaves him sitting in the dust.

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Arjuna grows weary of listening to Karna’s taunts sometime on the fifteenth day, and they finally face each other. The battle around them pauses, and the soldiers from either side give them a wide berth. Their enmity is inflammable, waiting for a spark to burst into conflagration. Both are eager to provide that spark, and no one wants to be in the way when the inevitable comes to pass.

He has to give it to Shalya, the man spews every imaginable insult at the King of Anga, and then some. He sees his ever-loathed adversary lift a simple arrow, and for a moment does not know what it is. Then, Ashwasena’s head appears at its tip, and for a moment, Arjuna panics. Madhav leans forward, forcing his chariot to sink to the ground, and the shot aimed at his neck takes off his diadem instead. Madhav gets down to lift the wheel, when Karna nocks another arrow. Arjuna stares. Surely, for all his rage, Karna would not attack him now? He had mocked Draupadi, true, but all others spoke of his kindness and generosity, and he had already spared his brothers.

But then he thinks of Vrishasena, and all his other sons they have killed, sees Karna lift his bow, and feels foolish for hoping otherwise.

(When he falls, he looks at his adversary standing tall and still, wrath upon his fair face like the sun on earth and is somehow reminded of Kunti after the dice game. ‘They could have been mother and son,’ he thinks, and then his eyes close, and he thinks no more.)

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For all that has happened, and for all they have lost, Bheema cares only for this moment, when Dussashana lies dying at his feet, and he finally has a chance to fulfil his oath. “Call Panchali,” he tells his brothers – the ones that remain – his body thrumming with bloodlust.

Panchali comes upon the battlefield dark and fierce and beautiful. ‘If this is how the goddess Kaali had looked like,’ he thinks to himself, ‘then it is no wonder that Shiva lies at her feet.’

He rips open Dussashana’s chest (it is beautiful, but it hurts, oh how it hurts!) and lifts a handful of blood to pour down her open hair. Duryodhana is screaming, and Karna and Ashwatthama can barely hold him back. Panchali walks to him, her eyes alight, and Bheema finally sees some hope in this dire end.

And then, she stumbles and falls, mouth open in soundless cry. “Panchali,” he screams, and he hears his brothers echo his call. There is an arrow – a lonely, treacherous thing out of her back, and Bheema can think of only one who would do this.

“YOU COWARDLY SUTA!!” he roars, but Karna is as stunned as he is, and his bow is slung across his shoulders, his hands still restraining a struggling Duryodhana. He turns around wildly, and a raggedy soldier, a commoner, steps out from the Kaurava ranks, bow in hand.

“You killed a woman. Have you no honour?” Krishna speaks before anyone else can.

The man spits at his feet and then turns to spit at Duryodhana’s. When he speaks, his voice drips with scorn. "This is the witch for whom we must forsake home and hearth and come to war? Shame!"

Bheema sees red. 'She is no witch,' he wants to say. 'She is the kindest of us all.’

But Draupadi lies cold and lifeless, and her hair spread like starless sky mere feet away from her tormentor's blood, so he lunges forward and wraps his hands around the man’s neck, snaps it with a crack. The man falls, dead, and Bheema stands there, quiet and lost. Panchali is gone. Arjuna is no more. The throne is now a distant dream - more of a nightmare. Bheema sinks to his knees and weeps.

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Subhadra joins the exile

When Draupadi announces her intention to accompany them on their exile, Subhadra jumps up and begs to be taken along. No one wants her to come, but she will not be swayed, and never has any of the Pandavas or their Queen managed to deny her. So, with them she goes, much to Krishna’s dismay.

The two women share custody of the Akshaya Patra. When Durvasa comes to their place, it is Draupadi's day with the vessel. Already, she has eaten, and Yudhisthir frets. Subhadra pats his hand and goes out to meet the sages. There is but a small particle of food stuck to a corner, and when she places it upon Durvasa’s plate, Arjuna prepares himself to be cursed. But then Yogmaya's magic fills every plate with food, and there are singers and dancers in their forest glade, and the sages leave sated.

Things are bearable until Jayadratha comes to kidnap Draupadi one miserable morning. Subhadra stands before her sister-wife. When Dushala’s husband looks upon them, all he sees are grotesque rakshashis, and he runs all the way back to Hastinapur to tell tales of the company the Pandavas keep.

The Pandavas settle in Matsya for their year of exile in incognito, but all they need are new names, for somehow Draupadi and Subhadra are the commonest of women instead of their blue-blooded beauteous selves. It hardly stops Keechak, and when Bheema beats him to death, Subhadra runs her hands upon his bruised face and leaves it marred beyond recognition.

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Hi i had a book idea once for Satybhama. The wip has been abandoned since 2021 but here you go. I wrote this in 2021.

The Great War is over. My husband, Krishna, has left the earth. Dwarka has sunk, and my sons and grandsons have perished in the civil war. Some of my sister queens have jumped into the fire and the rest have busied themselves in meditation in various corners of this forest where I live. I can’t find them though.

Tall trees and thick bushes are the only things my eyes can see around. There is absolutely no human living beside me or in my vicinity. Here, the only edible items are fruits and tubers, which taste heavenly. Some years before, I would have grimaced at the mere thought of living on fruits in a forest due to my upbringing and royal status. It never fails to amaze me how time changes everything. A city once ruled by a tyrant is brought down and a city built by the finest of architects gets submerged under a sea getting lost to time and history forever. Time is indeed the ultimate killer. No one can escape it.

I am currently sitting under a Neelmohar tree. Maybe it is their growing season, for the tree is filled with purple flowers. Many of them are lying near my feet. I pick one and gently rub my thumb across one of its petals. The colour reminds me of my purple saree, which Krishna had gifted me, and the flower’s softness reminds me of the saree’s beautiful texture. The saree must be in the seabed now, drifting along the sea-waves. Bhadra loved that saree and would shower me with compliments whenever I wore it.

Dwarka — my second home, where I have spent almost all my life, now lies under the sea, hidden from sight. The once tall buildings where I once walked, the beautiful gardens where Krishna and I spent some lovely times, the archery room which Krishna had specifically built for me, everything now exists in my brain like an old dream. I do not remember how much time has passed since Krishna’s death and the submerging of Dwarka. All the time that I have spent in this forest has been devoted to contemplation about my life.

What is there to contemplate about my life? Do I contemplate about the riches I was brought up with? Do I think about the domestic tensions of my household? Do I wonder about the coming Kali Yuga?

There is so much to think about. What did I do in my life? What will happen once my soul leaves my body? Will someone mourn for me? Will I find Krishna smiling with his perfect rosy lips and pearly teeth in the afterlife? Is there even something beyond death? Wise men say that death is not the end, is it not? These are philosophical questions that Krishna would have answered had he been with me here. Now as I am talking to you, I wonder about my memories which appear in front of my eyes as if belonging to an old dream.

I see my childhood self, running on the corridors of my father’s home with my friends. The scene changes where I find myself aged a little older — I am probably fifteen there, I think. There is a bow in my hand and I am assessing the target ahead. Once again, the scene changes and I can see a marriage ceremony followed by the war and the end of Dwarka. But memories resurface again as if asking to look beyond the mundane. I can hear a voice inside me, whispering, ‘There is more to your story; you must go through it all.’

Now I see something else. There is my father’s house standing tall and proud, and a little girl is playing in the mud while looking at the flower bushes in wonder. I see my mother in a temple where I ask about the goddess Durga. My childhood memory flutters away and my teenaged form arrives. I am young, curious and hot-headed. I am travelling alone in Mathura where I see the exact condition of the people residing. It is pathetic. I see myself now as a wedded woman in the kitchen chatting happily with my sister queens about the day. Now I see my lord, my Krishna, putting flowers in my hair while we talk about the sea. He says, ‘Water when demure nourishes the land, bringing us delight and when water turns wild and frightening, it shall engulf all leaving not even remains behind.’

I realize everything. My life’s story does not start with archery, nor does it end with Dwarka. It starts with me being a curious child trying to understand nature and men, and my story is still incomplete.

“Who am I, mother?” I had raised this question once when I stared into a mirror for a long time, finding my reflection slightly different. I realize I never found the answer.

Who am I now? Who shall answer me?

My mother once told me that there are some questions whose answers lie within our hearts. One must introspect over it and they shall find the answer that has been hiding in their heart all along.

I can feel my heartbeat quicken its pace. My mind is busy with its chain of memories arranging themselves haphazardly. Each incident whispers its lessons to my ears and I feel overwhelmed. I want to share my thoughts with someone. Do you want to listen to me?

I will cease to exist after some time. Historians, poets, and scribes will write stories about me that will be read and heard by people across the world. Fame isn’t my concern nor my desire, for I have had a good share of it. The only thing that concerns me is will the Satyabhama in their scripts be me? How much of my life will they write about? What will they include and exclude? How much of my actions will be overdramatized if by any chance someone gains enough liberty to do so? My life story can even turn into a mythical story, and only I would know that I once existed in bones and muscles.

So before you read and hear about me, I want you to hear me speak about my life, Satyabhama’s life. Here, I promise you that I shall present my story with complete honesty. Satyabhama is my name, which means ‘beaming with truth.’ I promise to be true to myself and you.

Would you like to hear?

This is how it begins…

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Reimagining Grooming for Salon For Men At Home Services in Dwarka

In the­ rush of modern life, self-grooming is a ne­cessity to keep a sharp and assure­d look. Yet, our packed schedule­s can make salon visits difficult. Enter the in-home­ salon solution for men - a treat of professional grooming at your own place­. These service­s are gaining ground in Dwarka, promising skill and convenience­ combined. The Ascend of In Salon for Men At Home Services in Dwarka The idea of in-home­ salon treatment has earne­d much attention lately, particularly for men.

Grooming was once­ seen as limited to physical salons, but e­volving lifestyles and the appe­al for personal services have­ forged a path for mobile grooming solutions. This isn't lost on Dwarka, a lively part of De­lhi, where many professionals and city folks opt for e­fficient grooming solutions, making in-home salon the favourite pick.

Pros of In-Home Salon Services in Dwarka

1. Brie­f and Convenient: One of the­ key perks of in-home salon se­rvices is the convenie­nce it supplies. Perfe­ct for the busy individual or student, these­ services cut out the salon trip, saving pre­cious time and energy.

2. Customize­d Focus: In-home ensues one­-on-one focus from grooming expert. This pe­rsonal touch improves the quality of service­ and lets clients share the­ir needs directly.

3. Home­ Comfort: Grooming at home sets a relaxe­d and stressless atmosphere­. No more waiting or handling overcrowded place­s, it's great for those who cherish privacy.

4. Cle­anliness and Safety: Amidst the COVID-19 sce­ne, hygiene take­s top place. In-home service­s see to it that all instruments and ite­ms are disinfected, and the­ pros follow strict safety protocols.

5. Array of Services: In-home­ salon services cover a range­ of grooming services. Many providers also fe­ature premium packages de­signed to specific nee­ds.

Common Services Provided Typical in-home­ salon services for men in Dwarka incorporate­s:

• Haircuts and Styling: Expert hairstylists deliver the­ happening trend and tricks to your home.

• Be­ard Grooming: Get your best look with professional assistance­, from trim and style to full beard care.

• Facials and Skin Care­: Refresh your skin with personalize­d facial treatments and skincare guidance­.

• Massages: Take a breathe­r with calming massages to calm stress and tension.

• Manicure­s and Pedicures: Get tidy and he­althy nails with professional grooming aid.

How to Secure In-Home­ Salon Services in Dwarka Getting in-home­ salon services is ultra-simple. Many have­ easy-to-use mobile apps and site­s where you can sele­ct services, pick a time, and book. Some­ top platforms also let you read revie­ws, contrast prices, and select spe­cific professionals based on their skills.

De­ciding on In-Home Salon Services in Dwarka?

Dwarka's vibrant life­style calls for smart and dependable­ grooming answers - in-home salon service­s answer that. They cater to the­ contemporary man who values superior, conve­nient, and personalized care­. Whether you're pre­pping for an event or simply kee­ping up with your grooming routine, these se­rvices let you look and fee­l top-notch right in your home. In Sum In-home salon service­s for men in Dwarka are remode­ling the grooming landscape. Offering a mode­rn solution to traditional salon visits with expert grooming at your doorstep. Enjoy this e­asy approach to self-care and reap the­ benefits of superior grooming at your home­. With just some clicks, enhance your style­ and confidence straightforwardly.

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Underwater World: A Dive into the Mysteries Beneath the Waves

The ocean, covering over 70% of the Earth’s surface, is a vast and enigmatic realm. Its depths hold wonders that seem almost otherworldly, teeming with vibrant life and intriguing landscapes. Exploring the Underwater World Pattaya reveals not only its mesmerizing beauty but also its critical role in supporting life on our planet. This blog takes you through the enchanting Underwater World, unveiling its mysteries, ecosystems, and the urgent need to protect it.

The Mystique of the Deep

The Underwater World begins just beneath the ocean’s surface, but its most astonishing features lie in its uncharted depths. From colorful coral reefs that teem with Marine Life Pattaya to the dark abyssal plains where bioluminescent creatures thrive, the ocean’s diversity is staggering. Each layer of the ocean, from the sunlit epipelagic zone to the pitch-black hadal trenches, hosts unique ecosystems shaped by factors like light, pressure, and temperature.

One of the most fascinating aspects of the deep sea is its inhabitants—many of which are unlike anything found on land. Giant squids, anglerfish with glowing lures, and ghostly jellyfish drift through the darkness, adapting in remarkable ways to survive in extreme conditions. These creatures exemplify the resilience of life and its ability to thrive in even the harshest environments.

Coral Reefs: Rainforests of the Ocean

Coral reefs, often called the “rainforests of the sea,” are among the most biodiverse ecosystems on Earth. They occupy less than 1% of the ocean floor but support nearly 25% of all marine species. Reefs like the Great Barrier Reef in Australia and attractions like Pattaya Aquarium are a riot of color, home to species ranging from tiny clownfish to majestic manta rays.

Corals are living organisms, forming colonies that build massive calcium carbonate structures over centuries. These reefs serve as critical habitats, breeding grounds, and feeding areas for countless species. Beyond their ecological importance, coral reefs also protect coastlines from erosion, support fishing industries, and attract millions of tourists annually.

Unfortunately, coral reefs are under significant threat. Rising sea temperatures, pollution, and destructive fishing practices have led to widespread coral bleaching and habitat loss. The preservation of these underwater treasures is essential for maintaining marine biodiversity and the health of our oceans.

The Ocean’s Role in Climate Regulation

The Underwater World plays an indispensable role in regulating Earth’s climate. Oceans act as a massive carbon sink, absorbing approximately 25% of the carbon dioxide emitted by human activities. Phytoplankton, microscopic organisms in the ocean’s upper layers, are pivotal in this process. Through photosynthesis, they not only produce oxygen but also form the foundation of the marine food web.

Moreover, ocean currents distribute heat across the planet, influencing weather patterns and climate. For example, the Gulf Stream transports warm water from the tropics to the North Atlantic, impacting temperatures and weather conditions in Europe and North America. Disruptions to these systems, driven by global warming, could have far-reaching consequences.

Wrecks, Ruins, and Legends

Beyond its natural wonders, the Underwater World Pattaya is a repository of human history and mystery. Sunken ships lost cities, and even rumored treasures lie beneath the waves, waiting to be discovered. Famous wrecks like the Titanic and underwater sites like the ruins of ancient Dwarka or the Yonaguni Monument in Japan offer glimpses into the past and fuel imaginations.

These underwater archaeological sites are also home to thriving marine life, as wrecks and ruins often become artificial reefs. They’re a testament to the interplay between human history and the natural world, showing how life can adapt and flourish even amid remnants of tragedy and decay.

Challenges Facing the Underwater World

Despite its vastness, the Underwater World is not immune to human impact. Overfishing, plastic pollution, and climate change pose significant threats. An estimated 8 million tons of plastic enter the ocean every year, endangering marine life and disrupting ecosystems. Ghost fishing nets, oil spills, and chemical runoff exacerbate the problem, leaving a lasting impact on marine habitats.

The warming and acidification of oceans, driven by greenhouse gas emissions, further threaten marine life. Coral reefs are bleaching at unprecedented rates, and species like sea turtles and polar bears are struggling as their habitats shrink or change. The delicate balance of the ocean’s ecosystems is at risk, with potential consequences for global biodiversity and food security.

Protecting the Blue Heart of Our Planet

Visiting attractions like Underwater World Pattaya or exploring Pattaya Aquarium raises awareness about the beauty and fragility of our oceans. Conserving the Underwater World is a shared responsibility. Efforts like marine protected areas (MPAs), sustainable fishing practices, and global agreements like the Paris Accord aim to mitigate human impact. Technologies like remote-operated vehicles (ROVs) and autonomous underwater drones are aiding exploration and monitoring, providing valuable data for conservation.

On an individual level, simple actions like reducing plastic use, supporting sustainable seafood, and advocating for climate action can make a difference. Education and awareness are also vital; the more people understand the importance of the Underwater World, the more likely they are to support its protection.

A Call to Explore and Preserve

The Underwater World Pattaya is a treasure trove of beauty, mystery, and life—a realm that inspires awe and demands respect. Its health is intricately linked to the well-being of our planet, influencing everything from climate stability to biodiversity. By exploring and understanding the ocean, we deepen our appreciation for its wonders and recognize the urgency of its preservation.

To plan your visit, check the Underwater World Location and Underwater World Address for easy access. Ensure you know the Underwater World Timing and secure your Underwater World Tickets in advance to avoid long queues. Many platforms offer Underwater World Bookings with discounted Underwater World Rates, making it easier for families and tourists alike. Whether you are looking for a relaxing day surrounded by marine wonders or are exploring Thai Tourism, the Underwater World Highlights are not to be missed.

Read Underwater World Reviews to get insights about the experience, and include this destination in the Best Pattaya Tours itinerary. Let’s dive into this mission with the same wonder and determination that the ocean inspires, ensuring that its mysteries and marvels continue to thrive beneath the waves.

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Lost City of Dwarka | Article Junkie

Unearth the mysteries of the Lost City of Dwarka with Article Junkie - your go-to source for in-depth research and captivating content. From its ancient origins to its mysterious disappearance, this historic site has fascinated explorers and scholars for centuries. With Article Junkie, you can delve into the fascinating history of this incredible city and discover the secrets that lie hidden beneath its walls. Visit here: https://articlejunkie.in/lost-city-of-dwarka/

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Each Palace of Dwarka: A Story to Tell

Dwarka, often called the “City of Lord Krishna,” is a place filled with history, legends, and cultural richness. Located on the western coast of India in Gujarat, Dwarka is not only a spiritual hub but also a destination with captivating stories tied to its palaces and historical sites. Each palace in Dwarka has a unique story to tell, and exploring them is a fascinating journey through time.

When visiting Dwarka, you can enhance your experience by choosing comfortable accommodations. Hawthorn Dwarka, a leading name in hospitality, offers the perfect place to stay. If you're looking for 4 Star Hotels in Dwarka Gujarat, Hawthorn Dwarka stands out as an excellent option. Here’s why Dwarka and its palaces are must-visit destinations.

Dwarka: The Legendary City

Dwarka is believed to be one of the ancient cities established by Lord Krishna. It is said that the city was built as a kingdom for Lord Krishna and his people after they left Mathura. The grandeur of Dwarka’s palaces reflects the divine glory and richness of the kingdom.

While much of the mythical Dwarka is now submerged under the sea, as per legends and archaeological findings, the spirit of the ancient city still lives on in its temples, palaces, and historical landmarks.

The Palaces of Dwarka

Dwarkadhish Temple Complex

Though primarily known as a temple, this magnificent structure is a palace-like abode of Lord Krishna. It is adorned with intricate carvings and sculptures that narrate stories from Krishna’s life. The five-story structure stands as a testament to the architectural brilliance of ancient India.

When you visit, immerse yourself in the beauty of the temple’s architecture and learn the stories behind every carving. After a long day of exploring, relax at Hawthorn Dwarka, the perfect choice to Book Luxury hotel and resort in Dwarka.

Bet Dwarka: The Island Palace

Located off the coast, Bet Dwarka is an island believed to have been the residence of Lord Krishna. The palace on the island is said to have been filled with treasures and was the center of Krishna's administration.

Today, Bet Dwarka offers visitors a serene and spiritual experience. Accessible by ferry, the journey to this palace is an adventure in itself. After exploring the island, return to the comfort and luxury of Hawthorn Dwarka for a relaxing stay.

Rukmini Devi Palace

This palace is dedicated to Rukmini, the beloved queen of Lord Krishna. It reflects the love and devotion Krishna had for her. The Rukmini Devi Temple, near the palace site, tells a beautiful story of their union.

Visiting this site is a peaceful experience, with its tranquil surroundings adding to the charm. Don’t forget to capture the intricate carvings and architecture that showcase the skill of ancient artisans.

Submerged Palaces of Dwarka

Legends speak of the magnificent underwater city of Dwarka, which had palaces made of gold and precious stones. While these mythical palaces remain hidden under the Arabian Sea, ongoing marine archaeology has revealed structures that hint at their existence.

A visit to Dwarka’s shores gives you a chance to imagine the splendor of the lost palaces. To enrich your trip, stay at Hawthorn Dwarka, a luxurious retreat designed to provide comfort and convenience.

Exceptional Service: The staff at Hawthorn Dwarka goes the extra mile to make your visit memorable.

When searching for 4 Star Hotels in Dwarka Gujarat, Hawthorn Dwarka stands out as a perfect blend of luxury and affordability.

Plan Your Trip to Dwarka Today

Dwarka is a treasure trove of stories waiting to be discovered. From the tales of Lord Krishna to the architectural marvels of its palaces, every corner of this city has something to offer.

To make your trip truly memorable, Book Luxury hotel and resort in Dwarka at Hawthorn Dwarka. Immerse yourself in the history, spirituality, and serenity of this ancient city while enjoying the best hospitality.

Let the stories of Dwarka inspire you, and let the comfort of Hawthorn Dwarka make your journey even more special. Don’t wait—plan your visit to Dwarka today!

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Best Dental Clinic in Dwarka for All Your Dental Problems

Dwarka is a busy and popular suburban city in Delhi. You shall find numerous dental clinics with specialized services and facilities to meet the oral care requirements of the patients. The best dental clinic in Dwarka comes with state-of-the-art facilities, the latest equipment and tools, committed staff, and experienced dentists to bring back the long-lost smile on the face of the patients. Best dentist in Dwarka Sec-6 provides a wide range of dental services to address different type of oral health issues. Whether you are visiting the dentist for a routine checkup or sorting advanced treatments, these top dentists have you covered. Have a look at the services available from the best dental clinic in Dwarka: 

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Gujarat: 20 dead in lightning strikes amid unseasonal rainfall

PTI reports a tragic toll of twenty lives lost in Gujarat due to lightning strikes during unseasonal rainfall across various districts. Dahod, Bharuch, Tapi, Ahmedabad, Amreli, Banaskantha, Botad, Kheda, Mehsana, Panchmahal, Sabarkantha, Surat, Surendranagar, and Devbhumi Dwarka were affected, as confirmed by the State Emergency Operation Centre (SEOC).

Yesterday's storms claimed eight lives, including a biker in Botad and a man in Mehsana hit by a falling tree. Two farmers in Tapi and one in Sabarkantha, Ahmedabad, Mehsana, and Dahod also succumbed to lightning strikes amid the heavy rain.

Reportedly, 220 of 251 talukas in Gujarat received substantial rainfall, with Ahmedabad city experiencing 15 mm. The Indian Meteorological Department (IMD) attributed this unusual weather to a cyclonic circulation over the northeast Arabian Sea and nearby Saurashtra-Kutch regions.

IMD forecasts a decrease in rain activity by Monday, concentrating in select areas of south Gujarat and Saurashtra. Additionally, rainfall alerts have been issued for parts of Maharashtra, Rajasthan, and southwest Madhya Pradesh. IMD anticipates light to moderate rain in isolated areas of Punjab, Haryana, West Uttar Pradesh, Jammu and Kashmir, and Himachal Pradesh.

In a late-night update on 'X,' IMD alerted about impending rainfall with thunderstorms, gusty winds, and hailstorms in regions colored orange and red (south Rajasthan, Maharashtra, southwest Madhya Pradesh) within the next 2-3 hours. Regular updates are underway to track the situation.

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Dwarka the Lost City