Smoke coils upwards from the burning pyres as the old man, caretaker of the masaan (cremation ground), looks at the sea at Dwarka바카라s Gayatri beach and recalls Arjuna바카라s words from the 16th of the Mahabharata바카라s 18 chapters, the 바카라Mausala Parva바카라: 바카라The sea, which had been beating against the shores, broke the boundaries imposed by nature. It rushed into the beautiful city and swallowed everything in its path. I watched as the grand buildings submerged one by one. In just a few moments, it was all over. The sea had now become as placid as a lake. There was no trace of the city anymore. Dwarka was just a name, just a memory.바카라 The warrior prince had been motivated to fight his cousins in the Kurukshetra war in the verses of the Bhagavad Gita by Sri Krishna, also known as Dwarkadhish or lord of Dwarka바카라the mythical coastal metropolis that Arjuna, long after winning that war, watched the sea swallow following years of bloodbath among the ruling Yadavas.