The captain of the guards announced that Mother Kunti was there to see him. He had been afraid this would happen. He had been hoping this would happen. The morning light shone on her stately form and her greying hair looked platinum. He touched her feet. She caressed his hair. “So you have come to see me?” he questioned, his voice choked. She nodded, unable to speak. “And you want to ask something of me?” Kunti nodded again. “Can I ask something of you first?” he managed a slight smile. “Yes,” she replied. “Can I put my head on your lap?” he requested, almost child-like. Kunti took a deep breath and sat down. He put his head on her lap. For a moment, nothing. Some more moments… She could not help bending down and kissing his forehead. And then they both cried. Kunti for the son she could not call her own. Karna for the mother he never had. Torn apart by fate, brought together for a moment by a terrible war. Both knew they would never meet again.
-Arsee.
Thinking Chitalia 
karna is my fav…. ❤
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