As the prayer ended,
Adhiratha's eyes were filled with tears. This was not the first time all this had
happened. Every day he would pray like this, He was already becoming old. He thought
perhaps God had not heard his prayer at all.
Adhiratha was about to leave. Then he saw something floating. Adhiratha stood still.
The object was floating towards him. When it came near him Adhiratha bent down. Lo, it was
a large basket! Inside, on a soft cushion, there was a child. It wore a Shining armor; it
had a glowing earornament. The Child was lovely; it shone like a miniature sun.
Adhiratha was overwhelmed with surprise, pity and joy. At once he picked up the child
from the basket. Tears of joy flowed from his eyes profusely. How strange! He had found a
child just where he had stood in prayer! Did it mean that God had heard his prayer? Poor
child, to whom does it belong? What did it matter! In future it would be his, and only
his. Adhiratha joyfully took child in his arms and went home.
Radha was Adhiratha's wife. Like her husband she was also pining for a child. When she
saw the child she could not contain her joy. They brought up the child lovingly.
They named the child Vasushena. But the name Karna stuck to the child.