We do not want your service. Leave this place.” Arjuna had barely arrived when the words stopped him. The sacred waters of Ganga were flowing peacefully, but the atmosphere suddenly turned hostile. The men standing before him were not ordinary strangers. They were connected to the same divine mother who had given birth to the seven sons of Ganga and to Devavrata, the warrior the world would remember as Bhishma.But now, they accused Arjuna of carrying something that could never be washed away. Blood. They believed his hands had been stained by Bhishma’s death. Arjuna, however, refused to accept their accusation. And what followed became a confrontation between grief, duty, honour and the meaning of Dharma.
