Love. There’s no argument, no matter how strong, that can overcome that word. I was jealous of Bheeshma for inspiring such a devotion in my husbands—but he had helped me understand something about the Pandavas, something crucial. Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you. No matter how famous or powerful they became, my husbands would always long to be cherished. They would always yearn to feel worthy. If a person could make them feel that way, they’d bind themselves to him—or her—forever. I held onto this knowledge like a traveler in the desert fists his hand around a gold-veined rock he has stumbled upon, knowing there will be a time when it will prove valuable.
narrated by Panchaali, the wife of the legendary Pandavas brothers in the Mahabharat
From The Palace of Illusions by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
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