Krishna ji cut his finger on the Sudarshan chakra and it would not stop. Rukmini sent for cloth; Satyabhama sent for bandages. Draupadi, standing there, tore the end off what she was wearing and tied it round it.
He said nothing then. Years later, in a hall full of men who would not look up, what she had tied round a finger came back as cloth that did not end.
The rakhi is that: not a gift, a claim. A sister ties it and a brother owes her something he cannot set a price on.
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