Echoes of Dwapara

The heavy rain poured down, mirroring the tears you couldn't shed as you watched the pyre consume your mother's body.
Beside you, your younger sister, Amiya, wept uncontrollably, comforted by your older brother, Rudra. Further away stood your father, a man whose power had dictated your lives, a man you could no longer look at without seeing the architect of your mother's despair.
The scent of burning wood mingled with the damp earth, a suffocating mix of grief and resentment. You didn't move, eyes fixed on the flames that devoured the last physical link to the woman you loved. A hand on your shoulder pulled you back, Rudra's tear-filled eyes urging you to leave.
You nodded, a silent agreement, and turned away from the inferno, stepping into the relentless rain that seemed to wash nothing clean.
