More than two decades ago.
Two young warriors, wielding their swords in an open yard. Their built muscles crunching with each move, wearing only a cotton dhoti, or should I say seminude, a ring of beads tied to their bulky biceps. The beads type describe them as a class-one soldier.
(The class-one soldier is usually the one who is going to handle an entire kingdom someday. The young princes of different kingdoms are sent to Gurukul, a place where guru or the priest teaches all sorts of knowledge required to build a king.
The princes here must stay away from the palace and its luxury, must serve his guru or teacher and return to his kingdom on his coming of age ceremony when he will be announced as the future king after a contest on the day of coming of age ceremony.)
Dhananjay smirks
