Two Shankhas became three. And they all had names.
Hrishikesh blew Panchajanya. Dhananjay blew Devdatt. Bheem — the wolf-bellied, the mighty-armed — blew the great Paundra. Every conch had a name. Every name had a story.
“A weapon with a name is no longer a weapon. It is a story — a vow — a promise kept.”
— Krishna