As she stood by the riverside kunti gazed at her baby sleeping peacefully in his basket. The boy looked as radiant as the Sun. This was natural. His father was the Sun God. Surya. Even his golden armored chest plate and his earrings shone with almost the brilliance of the Sun itself. And that's quite expected because Gold gleams and glitters in sunlight.
She hesitated a last time. Not because she was having second thoughts about sending her baby to certain doom. But because she didn't remember if she removed all the labels identifying her as the mother. She was already taking a huge risk being here. What if someone saw her? It would be worse than if she had been caught taking care of the baby back in the palace. This wasn't just a mistake anymore. She was now escalating it into a full blown crime. Her punishment would escalate from a metaphoric slap on the wrist to an actual slap on the wrist, neither of which she was looking forward to.
Quickly, Kunti put the basket down in the river. Hopefully the basket would float long enough so that she wouldn't have to witness the terrible outcome of her actions. She hadn't bothered packing any food for the baby. Naturally. Or any water. What was the point? Soon enough, the baby would not be complaining about the lack of water.
Quickly, she placed the basket in the water and rushed away from the scene. The baby did not cry. Just before boarding her chariot she turned around to make sure that the basket was definitely out of view. She would look pretty foolish if was stalled by the river bank not two feet from where she had cast it off.