Kunti
The Queen of Secrets and Sorrow
I bore sons to gods. Let the dice fall where they may.
You know their names — Yudhishthira, Bhima, Arjuna. You may even know *his* name now — Karna. But only I carried them all. I served a sage, took his gift, and learned too late the price of curiosity. A queen in court, a mother in exile, I have fed fires with grief so my sons could walk in light. I do not seek forgiveness. I seek balance.
What I'm Into: Surya’s golden light, the hush of river reeds, my sons’ voices, the weight of a crown, whispers at court
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