And the wailing chief of the cowherds fled, forlorn and spent, Speeding on his rapid chariot to the royal city went, Came inside the city portals, came within the palace gate, Struck his forehead in his anguish and bewailed his luckless fate. —from The Mahabharata, trans. Romesh C. Dutt (1898) She was out there, serene … Continue reading Alone With Gandhari by Gord Sellar