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krsnaradhika · 4 months ago

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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.”

#satyabhama #krishna #rukmini #jambavati #ashtabharya #kanha #krishnablr #hindublr #this is something i wrote for a story telling competition where somebody else will narrate this to the audience #not me not your girl #because I'm not a good orator ehehe #I'm in love with them your honor

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blackknight-100 · 1 year ago

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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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.)

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.

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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ramayantika · 2 years ago

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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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Gurgaon, a bustling metropolis in India's National Capital Region (NCR), is known for its modern infrastructure, burgeoning commercial hubs, and vibrant lifestyle. Amidst this urban landscape, a beacon of luxury and tranquility emerges in the form of Landmark Avana. With its prime location in Sector 95, Gurgaon, this premium residential project is redefining the concept of opulent living. In this article, we will delve into the highlights and features of Landmark Avana, Sector 95, Gurgaon, which has garnered immense attention from homebuyers and investors alike.

Unparalleled Location

Landmark Avana's location in Sector 95, Gurgaon, is undoubtedly one of its most significant selling points. Nestled in the heart of the city, this residential project enjoys seamless connectivity to major landmarks, commercial centers, and recreational hubs. With easy access to Dwarka Expressway, NH-8, and Pataudi Road, residents can effortlessly commute to Delhi, Indira Gandhi International Airport, and other parts of the NCR. Furthermore, proximity to educational institutions, healthcare facilities, and retail outlets ensures that residents have all necessities at their doorstep.

Impeccable Design and Architecture

Landmark Avana boasts a design that reflects elegance and modernity. The project is developed by DDJAY Developers, renowned for their commitment to quality and excellence. The architecture incorporates a thoughtful balance of aesthetics and functionality, making every living space a sanctuary of comfort and style. Residents can choose from a wide array of housing options, including spacious apartments, lavish penthouses, and luxurious villas, each meticulously designed to cater to diverse preferences and needs.

Lavish Amenities

At Landmark Avana, residents are treated to a plethora of world-class amenities that redefine luxurious living. From state-of-the-art fitness centers, swimming pools, and sports facilities to well-maintained gardens, jogging tracks, and recreational areas, every aspect of the project is crafted to enrich the lives of its inhabitants. Additionally, the inclusion of clubhouse facilities, multipurpose halls, and community spaces fosters a sense of camaraderie among the residents, making it a true community-driven haven.

Green Spaces and Sustainability

Amidst the urban chaos, Landmark Avana presents a refreshing green oasis. The project incorporates sustainable practices and green building techniques to reduce its environmental footprint. Lush landscaped gardens, tree-lined boulevards, and well-manicured parks offer residents a serene escape from the fast-paced city life. Emphasis on sustainable features not only promotes a healthy lifestyle but also aligns with global efforts towards eco-conscious living.

Security and Safety

Landmark Avana ensures the safety and security of its residents with round-the-clock surveillance systems, gated entry points, and a professional security team. The project employs advanced technologies to safeguard the privacy and well-being of its occupants, allowing them to relish a worry-free lifestyle.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Landmark Avana in Sector 95, Gurgaon, stands as an epitome of luxury, comfort, and convenience. Its strategic location, coupled with unparalleled amenities and sustainable features, make it an ideal residential choice for those seeking an extraordinary living experience in the heart of the city. Developed by DDJAY Developers, the project's commitment to quality and design excellence is evident in every aspect. Whether you are a homebuyer or an investor, Landmark Avana is a compelling investment opportunity in Gurgaon's real estate market, promising a lifestyle of opulence and tranquility.

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tenebrobscuro · 1 year ago

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Se este ser *ILUMINADO* é de fato a suprema personalidade de deus....?, - ai eu questiono o surgimento de uma incógnita interrogação:

- Porque K.r.s.na durante o seu diálogo com o seu discípulo Arjuna, ele....? diz que é mais do que um amigo que todos podem se relacionar INTIMAMENTE....?

Quem possui sabedoria e perspicácia, - ME ENTENDEU ?

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thesanamposts · 2 years ago

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Dwarka in Gujarat- A Lost Kingdom of Lord Krishna

Dwarka Gujarat

Dwarka is a city located in the state of Gujarat, India. It is situated on the western coast of the country, overlooking the Arabian Sea. Dwarka is known for its religious significance and is one of the four sacred pilgrimage sites (Char Dham) for Hindus. It is believed to be the ancient kingdom of Lord Krishna and is also known as the Kingdom of Dwarka. The city is home to the Dwarkadhish Temple, which is dedicated to Lord Krishna. The temple is one of the most important places of worship for Hindus and attracts millions of devotees every year. The city is also known for its beautiful beaches, including the famous Dwarka Beach, where tourists can enjoy swimming, sunbathing, and various water sports.

Dwarka Gujarat temple

The Dwarkadhish Temple, also known as the Jagat Mandir, is dedicated to Lord Krishna and is believed to have been built over 2,500 years ago by Vajranabh, Lord Krishna's grandson. The temple has a five-story structure and is made of limestone and sand. The temple is adorned with intricate carvings and sculptures, and its walls and pillars are engraved with images from Hindu mythology. The temple is also home to a black idol of Lord Krishna, which is believed to be self-manifested (Swayambhu). The idol is about two feet tall and is adorned with jewelry and clothes. Devotees visit the temple to seek the blessings of Lord Krishna and offer prayers and offerings.

Dwarkadhish temple Dwarka Gujarat is also known for its festivals, including Janmashtami, which celebrates the birth of Lord Krishna, and Holi, which is the festival of colors. During these festivals, the temple is decorated with flowers, lights, and colorful decorations, and devotees from all over the world come to celebrate and seek the blessings of Lord Krishna.

Weather Dwarka Gujarat

Dwarka has a tropical climate with hot summers and mild winters. The weather in Dwarka can be divided into three seasons. summer, monsoon, and winter. Summer in the city starts in March and lasts until June. During this time, the temperature can reach as high as 40°C or even higher, making it very hot and humid. The nights are relatively cooler, with temperatures ranging from 25°C to 30°C. The monsoon season in Dwarka starts in July and lasts until September. During this time, the city experiences heavy rainfall and strong winds. The temperature during the monsoon season ranges from 25°C to 35°C.

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Winter in Dwarka starts in November and lasts until February. The temperature during winter ranges from 10°C to 25°C, making it the most pleasant time to visit the city. The nights can be chilly, with temperatures dropping to as low as 5°C. The best time to visit Dwarka Gujarat-The best time to visit Dwarka is during the winter months from November to February when the weather is pleasant and comfortable for sightseeing and other outdoor activities.

Places to visit Dwarka Gujarat

Dwarka, located in the Indian state of Gujarat, is a city with a rich cultural and religious heritage. Some of the popular places to visit in Dwarka.

Dwarkadhish Temple-The temple is dedicated to Lord Krishna, who is worshipped here in the form of the King of Dwarka. The temple has undergone several renovations over the years and features a blend of architectural styles, including Chalukya, Rajput, and Solanki. The temple is an important pilgrimage site for devotees of Lord Krishna and attracts thousands of visitors every year.

Nageshwar Jyotirlinga Temple-The Nageshwar Jyotirlinga Temple is a Hindu temple dedicated to Lord Shiva and is believed to be one of the 12 Jyotirlinga shrines in India.

Bet Island Dwarka

Bet Dwarka is an island located off the coast of the city of Dwarka. The island is also known as Shankhodhar and is believed to be the place where Lord Krishna lived with his family after he moved from Mathura. Bet Dwarka is an important pilgrimage site and is accessible by ferry from Okha, a town located around 30 kilometers from Dwarka. The ferry ride takes around 30 minutes, and visitors can enjoy beautiful views of the Arabian Sea during the journey. Visitors can also hire private boats to reach the island. The island is also known for its beautiful beaches, including Dwarka Beach and Okha Beach. Visitors can enjoy swimming, sunbathing, and other water sports activities on these beaches.

Dwarka Beach-Dwarka Beach is a beautiful beach located near the Dwarkadhish Temple. The beach is known for its serene atmosphere and is a popular spot for swimming and sunbathing.

Rukmini Devi Temple- The Rukmini Devi Temple is a Hindu temple dedicated to Lord Krishna's wife, Rukmini. The temple is known for its beautiful architecture and intricate carvings.

Gomti Ghat- The Gomti Ghat is a sacred spot where pilgrims take a dip in the Gomti River before visiting the Dwarkadhish Temple.

Sudama Setu- The Sudama Setu is a bridge that connects Dwarka with the nearby town of Okha. The bridge is named after Sudama, Lord Krishna's childhood friend.

Marine National Park-The Marine National Park in Dwarka is a popular destination for nature lovers and wildlife enthusiasts. The park is home to a variety of marine animals, including dolphins, dugongs, and turtles.

Sunset at Dwarka Beach: Dwarka Beach is a popular spot to enjoy the sunset and relax by the sea. It's a perfect spot to unwind and enjoy the beauty of nature.

The city is also known for its delicious cuisine, colorful festivals, and vibrant culture, making it a must-visit destination for tourists visiting Gujarat.

Things to do in Dwarka Gujarat

Dwarka, located in the Indian state of Gujarat, is a city with a rich cultural and religious heritage. Some of the things to do in Dwarka are-Visit the Dwarkadhish Temple and Take a dip in the Gomti River. The Gomti Ghat is a sacred spot where pilgrims take a dip in the Gomti River before visiting the Dwarkadhish Temple. Explore Bet Dwarka- Bet Dwarka is an island situated off the coast of Dwarka and is believed to be the place where Lord Krishna lived with his family. Visitors can explore the ancient temples and beautiful beaches on the island. Visit the Nageshwar Jyotirlinga Temple- The Nageshwar Jyotirlinga Temple is a Hindu temple dedicated to Lord Shiva and is believed to be one of the 12 Jyotirlinga shrines in India.

Attend aarti at the Dwarkadhish Temple- Aarti is a Hindu ritual in which a lamp or a candle is offered to the deity. Visitors can attend the aarti at the Dwarkadhish Temple and witness the beautiful rituals and traditions. Enjoy the local cuisine- Dwarka is known for its delicious cuisine, including traditional Gujarati dishes like dhokla, thepla, and khandvi. Shop for souvenirs- Visitors can shop for souvenirs like handicrafts, jewelry, and textiles at the local markets in Dwarka. The city is also known for its colorful festivals, vibrant culture, and beautiful beaches, making it a must-visit destination for tourists visiting Gujarat.

Beach resort in Dwarka Gujarat

There are several beach resorts in Dwarka, Gujarat that offer comfortable accommodations, beautiful views, and a range of facilities and activities. Radhika Beach Resort- Radhika Beach Resort is a popular beach resort located on the outskirts of the city. The resort offers comfortable rooms and cottages with sea views, as well as a range of facilities such as a swimming pool and restaurant. Club Mahindra Dwarka- Club Mahindra Dwarka is a popular beach resort located near Dwarkadhish Temple. The resort offers comfortable rooms and villas with sea views, as well as a range of facilities such as a swimming pool, restaurant, and games room.

The Fern Sattva Resort- The Fern Sattva Resort is a popular beach resort located near Dwarka Beach. The resort offers comfortable rooms and villas with sea views, as well as a range of facilities such as a swimming pool, restaurant, and spa. Dwarka Eco Beach Resort- Dwarka Eco Beach Resort is a popular beach resort located on the outskirts of Dwarka. The resort offers comfortable rooms and cottages with sea views, as well as a range of facilities such as a swimming pool and restaurant.

How to Reach Dwarka Gujarat

The city is located in the Indian state of Gujarat, and there are several ways to reach the city. The nearest airport to Dwarka- The nearest airport to Dwarka is the Jamnagar Airport, which is located around 137 km away from the city. Flights from major Indian cities like Mumbai, Delhi, and Bangalore connect to Jamnagar. From the airport, you can hire a taxi or take a bus to reach the city. Dwarka has its own railway station, which is well-connected to major cities in India like Ahmedabad, Mumbai, and Rajkot. It is also well-connected to major cities in Gujarat like Ahmedabad, Vadodara, and Surat via road.

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