Choraya's Diary

Choraya's Diary, Entry 1, Tula 12:

Oh, how I've waited for tomorrow - the day of my marriage! The harvest is over, the weather is cooling, and I finally get to be married to the woman of my dreams. She is beautiful as the lilies, and as radiant as the stars. How lucky am I to be joined to her for the rest of my life. I cannot wait!! Maybe twenty years from now, I can present this diary to our children, as a memento and record of the beginning of our lives together. Kushi is actually with child, though her parents and I are the only ones who know. We even have a name! Roshanee, the light of our worlds. The location - the city of Kurukshetra, which she believes is blessed by the gods, so that blessing will transfer into our marriage. I certainly hope so, too.

Choraya's Diary, Entry 2, Tula 13:

Good morning! Today's the day, and I'm so nervous. Over the past 8 years, Kushi and I have come to know each other pretty well, I think. But as Daada always told us, "You never really know someone until you live together with them for twenty years!" That would always be followed up with some crazy laughter and a nudge in the ribs from his wife though. Haha....rest in peace, Daada. Thanks for all your wisdom over the years. Anyways, I have to go prepare and make sure everything is going alright for the wedding this afternoon. It's going to be amazing.

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Choraya's Diary, Entry 3, Tula 15:

Last entry was two days ago...So much has happened since then. I have to make this brief, as we're still on the move, but long story short, our wedding was NOT amazing. In fact, as Kushi was walking down the aisle, a messenger burst in shouting for everyone to evacuate, saying there was a war going on. A war! We were told that it was happening to the north of us, so we immediately began moving south. Kushi is still in her wedding dress, and her face is constantly downcast. I try to lighten her up by making jokes, to which she smiles slightly, but then just returns to her sad state. She was looking forward to this, probably more than I was. Blessed by the gods, huh? Yeah, right. At least we still have each other.

Choraya's Diary, Entry 4, Tula 16:

The messenger's information was wrong. The war was actually to the south. And we were caught right in the middle of the crossfire. Kushi...Kushi was...Roshanee..

Choraya's Diary, Entry 5, Tula 17:

Since we're not sure which way the battle will move, we decided to just trace back and make camp. We can hear the battle all throughout the day. Unparalleled battle rages. Why are they even fighting? What are they fighting for, except for their own lives? Is it the thrill of combat? Nothing about how tensions have arisen or how they might be resolved. Or who, if anyone, is to blame.

My Kushi is gone. Stolen from me by some faceless soldier in some pointless war. My Roshanee, our future, our light...snuffed out before she even began to shine. How could this happen? How cruel this world is.