mahabharata · Day 148 · Week 22
The Stillness on the Field
Week twenty-two, and the small body inside you is learning to be still between movements — the way Krishna sat still between two armies.
The whole field was moving. Only the one who held the reins was not.
On the morning of the great war, the field of Kurukshetra was not yet a field of war. It was a field of breath being held. Ten lakhs of men, ten lakhs of horses, the wide plain pressed under their weight. Banners that had not yet caught a single drop of blood snapped in a wind that had come from somewhere far away.
In the middle of it all stood a chariot. Four white horses. A warrior with a bow he had earned through years of practice. And a charioteer who held the reins lightly, as if he were on a quiet road in the cool of evening, going nowhere in particular.