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Path of Dharma

This is a different version in answer to the 55 word challenge of the previous post that combined all three photo prompts. Since I've already linked the first story, this will just remain a post on my blog as I was not willing to let go of this story. Let me know what you think.


Karna often thought about his own biological mother and his more fortunate brothers who had the privilege of her warmth.

Was it truly his fault?

His true desires were tied to shackles because of the choices he felt compelled to make to adhere to his conscience.

Is there ever an easy path to attain salvation?

A 55er based on the life of Karna, the mythological character of Mahabharta. Using the photo prompts here again purely as a reference point.


  1. Uma, you just surpassed yourself! This is excellent :)

    1. I'm so glad to hear this from you. Thank you so much for your generous words, Shailaja! <3

  2. Lovely one Uma! Nice going on the fiction end now as well :)

    1. Thanks a lot, Aparna. :-))))
      I'm glad to get something going; the writer's block had threatened to prevail forever :-0

  3. Sadly there is no easy way when it comes to walking on the dharmic path. Moral dilemmas are the toughest challenges in life even for us. More so when people around do not care to be fair in what they do. Those are the times when we feel maybe we are being taken for a ride just because we stick to dharma.
    But as the saying goes 'Dharmo Rakshathi Rakshitaha' - dharma protects those who protect it. And it does eventually prove true.
    This is a topic that is very close to my heart Uma. Karna is such a classic example of moral dilemma. Very nice take!

    1. Yes, it's easy to get disillusioned. So many opinions and so many truths lying around, its difficult to pick the absolute right. Gut feeling is what we need to rely on and also remain a little tuned to ourselves to enable us to hear what the gut really says.
      Karna is an interesting character.. I came across this piece, Aarthy. Let me know what you think:

    2. That proved to be a really good read Uma. Lot of take aways. But what struck me most was the miserable life he lived because of the bitterness he nurtured in his heart and his constant need for societal acceptance. He had everything in life after all ! We would all do well to realize the folly behind these traits.
      Thanks for sharing this :)

    3. I'm glad you liked the article. I liked it too and quite convinced with its logic!


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