The city of Hastinapura rose before Vihaan like a mirage, its grandeur and majesty a stark contrast to the rustic simplicity of Gokul. Towering palaces adorned with intricate carvings and shimmering domes pierced the sky, while bustling markets filled with exotic wares and fragrant spices lined the wide avenues.
Vihaan's entourage entered the city through the eastern gate, their arrival drawing curious glances from the guards and passersby. The sight of their bullock carts, laden with strange contraptions and tools, sparked whispers of intrigue and speculation.
The streets of Hastinapura were a sensory overload for Vihaan. The air thrummed with the energy of countless people, the sounds of merchants haggling, musicians playing, and priests chanting prayers blending into a chaotic symphony.
He observed the architecture, the intricate carvings on the buildings, the elaborate fountains that adorned the squares, and the imposing walls that protected the city from invaders. He also noticed the subtle signs of wealth and power, the opulent carriages, the richly dressed nobles, and the imposing presence of the royal guards.
As they made their way towards the palace, Vihaan's heart pounded with anticipation. He knew that he was about to enter a world of political intrigue and power struggles, a world where knowledge was not always valued and innovation could be met with resistance.
But he was also excited by the opportunity to share his ideas with a wider audience, to potentially influence the decisions of those in power, and to use his skills to make a positive impact on the lives of countless people.
The palace gates opened before them, revealing a sprawling courtyard filled with lush gardens, ornate fountains, and imposing statues. The air was heavy with the scent of incense and exotic spices, adding to the sense of opulence and luxury.
Vihaan and his entourage were escorted through a maze of corridors and courtyards, each more lavish than the last. They passed by richly dressed courtiers, their faces etched with a mixture of curiosity and disdain as they eyed the villagers from Gokul.
Finally, they reached the throne room, a vast chamber with a high ceiling and towering columns. King Dhritarashtra sat on his throne, his blind eyes turned towards the sound of their approach.
Vihaan bowed respectfully, his heart filled with a mixture of awe and apprehension. He knew that he was about to face the most powerful man in the kingdom, a man whose decisions could shape the destiny of millions.
Dhritarashtra greeted them warmly, his voice deep and resonant. "Welcome, young Vihaan," he said. "We have heard much about your ingenuity and your inventions. We are eager to learn more about your work and how it can benefit our kingdom."
Vihaan stepped forward, his voice clear and confident. "Thank you, Your Majesty," he replied. "I am honored by your invitation and eager to share my knowledge with you."
He then proceeded to demonstrate his inventions, explaining their principles and their potential applications. He spoke of the windmill, the improved plow, the water clock, and the many other creations that had transformed life in Gokul.
The courtiers listened intently, their initial skepticism giving way to grudging admiration. Dhritarashtra, though blind, seemed to sense the excitement in the air. He nodded approvingly as Vihaan spoke, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the armrest of his throne.
When Vihaan finished his presentation, a hush fell over the throne room. The courtiers exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of astonishment and intrigue.
Dhritarashtra leaned forward, his voice filled with curiosity. "Tell me, young Vihaan," he said, "where did you acquire this knowledge? It is unlike anything we have ever seen before."
Vihaan hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. But he knew that he could not lie to the king. "I learned it from the world around me, Your Majesty," he replied. "From observing nature, from studying ancient texts, and from experimenting with different materials."
Dhritarashtra nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You are a remarkable young man, Vihaan," he said. "Your talents are a gift to this kingdom. We welcome you to Hastinapura, and we look forward to seeing the fruits of your ingenuity."