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“You were Duryodhana’s friend.”

Arjuna woke with a gasp. The Gandiva was humming—not the war-hum, but a low, sorrowful note like a conch held underwater. He understood suddenly what Menon had written in the lost scrolls of his heart: The Mahabharata did not end at the war. It ends only when the last wound stops bleeding. And who lives that long? mahabharata ramesh menon

He walked to the banks of the Ganges. The river was low, her bones showing. A heron stood still as a painted thing. In the distance, the palaces of Hastinapura gleamed like polished bone. “You were Duryodhana’s friend