Panchali's eyes were slightly moist but she didn't lose composure... "When my five husbands were watching me disrobed, I had raised my arms seeking your help... Isn't that sufficient proof of our unique friendship? Our relationship of trust and distrust is as constant as our breathing... To be alive we need to periodically inhale and exhale... I, Krrishna, daughter of Dhrupad, today open the floodgates of my heart to my husbands and to you...! Now there is no baggage... no sorrow... no grief... no pain... what I'm about to say has been locked inside my heart and pierced some corner of it for years... Vasudev... Madhusudan... sakha, every moment of my suffering has brought me closer to your heart... Whenever I have encountered injustice I have faced it head-on. I was never worried because I have always sensed you by my side, holding my hand... All I pray now is that I receive the same kind of love from you in every lifetime.... I want nothing more than that..." There was a long, meaningful silence while everyone was drawing their own conclusions to her oratory. But Panchali's outburst hadn't ended, "Sakha... why is it that it's only in our suffering that we find you close to us...? Is it because you prefer it that way or is it necessary for us to be in the depths of despair, to feel tormented and troubled to have you beside us...? Inside this tent on the battlefield of Kurukshetra just your presence amidst us is so reassuring... But why is it that you become our guide only during the battle, why cannot you play the charioteer of our life and lead us in our moments of happiness as well? If I'm reborn, I would like to have you as my friend again and this is possible if you so desire."
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