Indian Epics Spring 2018

Edit: This story has been transferred to my  Portfolio . Click  here  to view the most up to date version.         There was once a king who very much enjoyed hunting. He spent many days in the forests and wilderness of his kingdom. On one occasion, he spotted a particularly large and beautiful deer. His heart was dead set on conquering the creature. The king urged his horse faster and faster, racing after the deer beyond his companions. At the very last moment, the king saw a chasm ahead and yanked the reins. He and his horse skidded to a halt just before falling over the cliff. The deer had not been so lucky and laid at the bottom, still alive but gravely injured.         The king looked down at the creature he had been determined to kill, and his heart broke. He could not kill the animal now that it had been wounded. It wouldn’t be proper sport since he had an unfair advantage. But he also couldn’t leave the animal to die there. So, he called for his men who had lagged behind. T

        I'd like to write about the buffalo's patience. It reminds me of a mother's love. Her children run wild and loudly bother her, but she does not hate them for it or get angry. It's their nature and she doesn't fight it. But when they ask why she tolerates their shenanigans, she says it's because of her love for them. And once the children understand this, they appreciate her more and make an effort to be more peaceful.         In the next story, I liked that the deer was kind to his hunter despite everything he'd done. Taking pity on someone who has tried to kill you is difficult I imagine. I could write of a human equivalent for this. Or perhaps switch the roles here. Maybe the deer falls into the chasm and once the king sees him injured, he feels pity and nurses the deer back to health instead of killing him.         I've written a story about the Goblin City before, but I considered adding a twist. Maybe the women weren't really gobli

        I really liked that the monkey king thought the best way to rule was to love. I think that there are conflicting ideas about whether fear or love is the best way for a king/queen to control. I could write a story of two kingdoms showing these opposite methods of rule. They would clash, and I'd show how one is superior to the other.         The second story had a somewhat similar theme. It impressed me that the king actually listened to a commoner that he would not normally respect. I thought that the king should have asked the dog chief to stay with him and be his advisor. The dog seemed smarter than the king. I could write an extension to this story where the dog remains in the palace and helps the king as an equal instead of a pet.         I think the lesson of talking too much is one that many people need to learn. I think I'd like to write about a king who is cursed with being mute. He would see how much more he learned from listening when he could not speak.

Edit: This story has been transferred to my Portfolio . Click  here to view the most up to date version.         All who knew Gria and Rahim were envious of their relationship. They seemed very happy with one another, and they were joyful for a time. But, shortly after Gria became pregnant with their first child, she seemed grave. She did not eat or sleep. Many thought it was due to a bad pregnancy. In fact, the child was stillborn. After this, Gria’s mood seemed to return to normal. Rahim was upset about losing the baby, but he was happy that he had his wife back. Many months after this, Gria became pregnant again. Once more, her mood plummeted and the child was born dead.         This cycle repeated for seven children total. Gria recovered fully after each loss, but Rahim grew more tired and depressed. He could not understand how his wife was so unaffected. After all, she was the one who carried the children inside of her for months.         When Gria became pregnant for an e

        The idea that Krishna was able to create people and cows from himself is very interesting. These were not just bodies either, they had personalities and fooled others into thinking they were real. This would be a scary thing to happen in real life or in another context. I could write about a town where people slowly disappear but return slightly different than before. Some being would be stealing the original people away and replacing them with beings made from his body.         Instead of Krishna taming a bull, I could write of a man befriending and earning the trust of a highly aggressive child. Maybe the child once suffered abuse or has social issues. The man would use similar techniques of friendliness and patience to win over the hesitant child.         Krishna's inability to marry Radha made me very sad. I'd love to rework this into a piece of my own. A similar concept would be a man having a job which would not allow him to have a wife. Maybe he was destine

        The king killing his sister's children to protect himself reminded me of the story of Ganga drowning her children, but not explaining why to her husband. I could combine ideas from both of these stories to create a new one. Maybe a woman kills her children because of a prophesy that the children will kill their father.         I love that Durga calls the king out on his sexism. I've written a story before based on Amba's life where a female protagonist is underestimated and gets revenge from a cruel man. I would definitely be fine with writing another story of women giving a proud and hateful man what he deserves. I could also flip the gender on this as well. After all, any person can be evil, not just men.         The idea of a demoness infiltrating a family and trying to kill one of the children residing there sounds like a great plot for a movie. I would love to write this in a modern, horror style story. From the perspective of the family, I could describe how

        Once, there was a young woman named Kumba who lived a very hard life. Her story begins with a man. He was very handsome and a king. He promised Kumba expensive gifts and his endless love. She of course adored him. They spoke of marriage and a future together. After a time, Kumba became pregnant. She did not worry because she knew her love would marry her and they would start their lives together. But, when she told the man of his unborn child, his expression was cold and stony. He told her he would have nothing to do with the baby and had her physically removed from his palace as she cried.         Kumba’s family was very proud and moral. They did not know of her affair or the child. So, she had the child in secret and hid her pregnancy from everyone. When the child was born, it could not have been more perfect. The little boy did not cry but smiled up at his mother right after birth. Kumba wept but knew the child could not stay with her. She brought the baby to an orphanage