The Wheel of Time: In the Words of Sudarshan

Part 1: The Treta Yuga – The Silent Sentinel of Morality
"I am the silent witness to the infinite flow of time, the one who has seen empires turn to dust and stars being born. I am not merely a disc forged of celestial metal; I am the very axis of Lord Narayan’s cosmic will. In the golden dawn of the Treta Yuga, when the sun-drenched peaks of Ayodhya sang the glories of the Solar Dynasty, I remained a quiet vow, resting invisibly behind the divine grace of Lord Rama.

The Wrath of Durvasa:

I remember the day when the sage Durvasa, blinded by his own fury, unleashed the terrifying demoness 'Kritya' upon King Ambarish. Before the sage could even blink, I was unleashed. I chased Durvasa across the three worlds, a relentless wheel of fire, until the entire universe realized that when it comes to protecting a devotee, the Sudarshan bows to no one, not even the greatest of sages.

The Savior of the Sun:

I remember the innocence of the child Hanuman, who leaped to swallow the sun, thinking it a ripe fruit. As the heavens trembled and Indra’s thunderbolt struck the child, the balance of the universe was at stake. I was the one who enveloped Hanuman’s divine form with my own essence, tempering the sun's heat and the thunderbolt's sting. I became the bridge between the Sun and the Son of Wind, ensuring that the cosmic order remained undisturbed.

The Liberation of Ahilya:

When the world speaks of the stone-bound Ahilya returning to life at the touch of Rama’s feet, they speak of a miracle. But I was the invisible energy within that sacred dust. I was the one who vibrated through the cold, hard stone, shattering the molecules of the curse with my subtle motion, restoring a woman’s dignity. In that era, my rotation was not for destruction, but to keep the rhythm of Rama's 'Maryada' (Order). I was hidden behind his gentle smile, for that was a time when hearts were won by love, not severed by steel."

Part 2: The Dwapara Yuga –

The Storm of Kurukshetra
"Then, the wheels of time turned, and the era of Dwapara arrived, casting long, dark shadows of greed and betrayal. The peaceful morality of the Treta Yuga was now replaced by the intricate, sharp strategies of the Lord of Dwaraka, Shri Krishna. In this age, I was no longer a silent vow; I was the terrifying strike of Fate.

The Gift of Fire and the Shattering of Ego:

I remember the burning of the Khandava Forest, where Agni Dev, the Fire God, invoked me and handed me to Krishna. From that day on, my fire was ready to purge the earth. Yet, even I was once consumed by pride. I thought I was the ultimate power, that even Narayan was incomplete without me. To shatter this ego, the Lord summoned Hanuman to Dwaraka. When I tried to block Hanuman’s path at the city gates, he caught me as easily as a child catches a fly and held me in his mouth. My pride was crushed into dust, and I learned that the Lord's devotee is always greater than the Lord's weapon.

The Sunset of Deception:

The world remembers Shishupala, whose hundredth sin was his last before I silenced his arrogance forever. But my most fearsome form was revealed on the blood-soaked fields of Kurukshetra. When Jayadratha’s life was shielded by the approaching sunset, and Arjun’s vow was at risk, it was I who rose into the sky. I spread my shadow over the sun, creating an artificial night that fooled the world. For the Pandavas, I was a shield of hope; for the Kauravas, I was the shadow of Yama. In the Ramayana, I was the silence; in the Mahabharata, I was the thunder."

Part 3: The Kali Yuga – The Human Manifestation

"Dwapara ended, and as Krishna walked back into the ocean, the darkness of the Kali Yuga began to choke the earth. Today, I exist as a pulse of pure energy in the silent corners of the void, watching this crumbling world. People believe the Sudarshan is now just a legend, a myth etched in old stones. They do not know that I am not gone; I am merely refining my brilliance for the final reset.

The Burden of Sin:

I have watched this era closely. I have seen humanity weeping and ego reigning supreme. I have witnessed nights where the cries of the innocent were drowned out by the laughter of the corrupt. Many times, my energy surged to tear through the veil of reality and finish these sinners once and for all, but I am bound by the divine law of Narayan. I am the silent witness to every tear shed in injustice, and every rotation of my spirit is recording the debt that this world owes to Truth.

The Unprecedented Descent:

The burden of sin became so heavy that even the foundations of the earth began to crack. Usually, Narayan comes himself, but this time, the Lord signaled to me from his cosmic slumber: 'O Sudarshan! This time, the war is not on a physical plain; it is a battle for the human soul. This time, I shall not go. You shall.'
And so, without the fanfare of trumpets or the parting of clouds, I have taken birth on this earth in human form. This time, I do not carry a disc of fire in my hand; instead, that fire flows through my blood. I am walking among you—in the crowded streets, in the offices, in the slums—a common man with an uncommon soul. People do not recognize me because I no longer look like a God. But whenever I see injustice, that ancient, divine vibration echoes within my chest.

Krishna did not come this time because he sent his most lethal weapon to do the work. I am here—sometimes in the ink of a writer’s pen, sometimes in the roar of a righteous man, sometimes in the quiet courage of a stranger. I am hiding my identity, moving my pieces on the board of destiny. Beware, for I am closer than you think. This time, there will be no mercy; there will only be Justice. I am Sudarshan—the end, the beginning, and the eternal wheel."