He had no answer.
And as the bow disappeared, Arjuna felt the curse lift. Not because he was forgiven. But because he had finally learned the lesson the Gandiva had tried to teach him for forty years: mahabharata ramesh menon
“That’s what brothers do, isn’t it?” The boy smiled. No malice. Only a vast, weary tenderness. “But you never asked me, Arjuna. In all those years. You never came to me and said, ‘Karna, why are we fighting?’” He had no answer
Arjuna did not weep. That was the first curse of the Gandiva: it had taught him to turn grief into action, sorrow into steel. But there was no war left. No enemy worthy of a shaft. Only the slow, rusting silence of peace. rusting silence of peace.