Only love has the potential of performing alchemy, capable of turning rusty iron of hate into the gleaming gold of humanity.
Many, many full moons ago, there was
a beautiful princess in a tiny paradisiacal hill state. As the nature’s blooms
touched new peaks, her beauty still raced ahead to scale newest charms. The
nature spread across the far-flung wild trails sang the songs of her majestic
beauty. The cool gusts of pure breeze did its duty to spread the charming tales
of her beauty. For miles and miles her fame measured distances in just
arm-lengths.
There was a handsome prince in a
kingdom which was at war with the princess’s state. The effusive tales of her
beauty seeped into his thoughts, imagination and dreams. A sweet pining lynched
him. Looking at the state of affairs between the two kingdoms, it was futile to
nurture such dreams. But he was helpless. Days became boring and nights turned
endless. It was just impossible to drive her out of his heart.
The much famed name was haunting him
every moment, teasing him, daring him for bravado. Then unable to take it
anymore, he untethered his horse and set out in pursuit of his destiny. It was
a dark stormy night. Owls were screeching ominously. Wind was warning of risk.
And the darkness was daunting. He appeared a futile chaser running after a
mirage in a tragic race. He cut all fears and darkness with the steely point of
his determination and went full gallop into the corridors of exhilarating uncertainty.
Untamed wind came to subdue his
young heart, and spanked his brave, soldierly chest. But he moved without
taking any rest. His heart was at rest only in the pursuit. If he stopped for
some time, his soul felt unbearable, became restless, forcing him to move with
more speed and sturdier determination.
After a weeks-long suffering in the
ravines, he reached where the much acclaimed star of her beauty shone. There
was a risk of getting recognised, caught and, surely, hanged. He wandered in
her kingdom in impersonation. The very air felt so antagonistic, but the pull
of her fabled beauty kept him in pursuit. The myth of her beauty came spooling
out of every mouth here and there. There were very few who had actually seen
the precious jewel of the kingdom. The rest had their boundless imagination and
endless stories to satisfy their curiosity.
His eyes were aching to have a sight
of her, at any cost, even at the cost of his life. His suffering, pining heart
was laden with cold sighs. He had been trained well in all the arts of war and
disguise. He was taking out every plan from his well-trained mind and set of skills
to meet his goal of seeing her. The enemy prince was just waiting for a chance
to get the shower of her bloom to drive away his heart’s gloom. In his frantic
search, he grabbed a chance at last.
It was a full moon night. The moon
was lit at its fairest bright. The princess came out for a boat ride in the
marvellously calm lake. He stealthily waited in the shoreline foliage. His
chest shook with a thunderous heart-quake. Like the desert sand waiting for the
rain drops for years, he lay in wait. The moment seemed so near, and yet
impossibly far. Each passing instant appeared like years.
He was just above the princess’s
safe, secret bathing platform of unblemished marble. The white floor exotically
gleamed. The stage welcomed the royal lady with awed welcome. His heart
achingly struggled as her boat arrived. Her maidens were giggling and teasing
her for her beauty. He held his hand over his broad chest as if to calm down his
thumping heart, lest it exploded to make a big sound.
The paragon of beauty was adorned
with filigreed silk finery. In silent majesty, she put her adorable feet on the
gleaming, cool platform by the waterside. Waves rippled through him with a
coquettish chide. Her hallowed figure distinctly glowed over the group of
helping ladies. His thoughts stopped. His world froze. And time got stuck up in
a trap. It was too overpowering for the senses to take it in a moment. He
turned a stone, mesmerised by her beauty. The night was so tranquil, affable
and disarming that she decided to take a bath. So her finery no longer covered
her exquisitely carved curves. And the earth stopped spinning on its axis.
The naked fairy jammed his nerves.
There was statuesque glow of marble on her milky skin. Even the moonlight
appeared bathing along the curves of her exquisitely feminine body. A real life
sculpture of utmost symmetry and fathomless sensuality! The moon-rays deflected
off her curves and panting, pining reached his eyes. Every moment her
moon-sculpted body acquired new vistas and highs. Her flowing tresses over her
long, slender back lustily shook to her head’s gentle gyrations.
Her features were a bit lost in the
milky mystique of the moonlight. But he heard the words spoken with mythic
softness. He was dying with the urge to see the face of the fabled carrier of
the unparalleled beauty. So he came closer to fulfil his young heart’s only desire.
How can you stop a sunflower from turning to the sun? The nature suffuses our
selves, our beings, with certain helplessness. And such pining vulnerability
paves the way for what we make of our lives. They decide the path we take. They
set up the course of our destiny.
No flight lasts forever. Gravity
pulls us down onto the plain of reality. He was noticed by the female
arm-guards. Their well-toned, almost masculine, arms tossed into action and
grabbed the sword hilts. Surrounded by trained female warriors, he still had a
decent chance of escape through a fight. But how could he put a blot on this
night by getting into a bloody scuffle with her guards? No, he was in no mood
to go to war, even if it meant risking his life. The female armed guards
advanced and surrounded him. The prince was thus caught. The scandalous air of
the happening filled up the moonlit panorama.
The next sun rose with its curious,
perplexed rays, eager to see the consequences of blind love. The tale of his
reckless misadventure was doing the rounds. People were offended, more so
because he was the enemy’s son. The King’s throne literally shook with the
young prince’s impudence and mindless transgression. He was seething with
anger.
Revenge, revenge shouted the
petrified air. It was the enemy’s unforgivable crime. The King sentenced the
enemy prince to death at his youth’s prime. However, even when blinded by the
scornful blasts of rage and revenge, kingdoms have their own laws, the
inviolable laws which hold their bastion even in the face of almost
unpardonable sins. Well, that is the thinnest line dividing the domain of
mankind from that of heathens.
The prince’s royal blood deserved
the fulfilment of a last wish before his death. When they brought him out for
the public execution, the masses were jubilant. How dare he enter into the
private place of their fairy like princess? He came out with the regal
confidence of a prince. His face still carried the finest smile possible on a
handsome face.
When the last wish was asked, as the
law demanded, he just asked the permission to see her face in full light of the
blazing sun, no cover, no veil, just her much-fabled face. He simply requested
an eye-full brace of her magical features.
God, why thou create such bewitching
creatures? During his final moments before death, he was led to the courtyard
below her ornate, marbled balcony. He stood there like a victorious soldier.
His head held high, his chained hands placed on both sides of his slim waist,
his broad shoulders drawn firmly and chest puffed up with the pride of a
journey completed.
The star of countless eyes was then
led onto the balcony. She beat the sun in the dazzle of her finery. It was the
finest creation of God he had ever seen. A smile curved down the corners of his
lips and he took a deep breath as if to soak the moment till eternity. Her sad
eyes looked down at him without any hate and malice. It was almost impossible
to be otherwise with that beauty. The prince too was no less on the scale of
looks. On his manly features, the smile lurked with such ease as if it won’t be
dislodged even by the gravest threat of death.
The princess knew that her face had
been the bait, which would soon seal this life’s fate. She looked deeply into
his eyes and tears welled up in those almond cups of beauty and love. He looked
at her with such unmoving intensity as to take a deep, deep imprint of her
beauty on his soul, where no dagger would reach.
She was taken away. And he was led
to the public square for beheading. His every step but told the tale of a
victory.
A sea of sorrows surged painfully
through the princess’s delicate self. She fell at her father’s feet with an
utmost painful entreat. If he, the prince of an enemy state, was ready to die
for the cause of just a look at her face, she was capable of going a step
further with her feminine bravery to save a life, an admirer, a brave man, a
man having a heart full of love. It boosted her guts. She was ready to go to
any length to save him.
“Father, it is not his fault, but
the result of my well-meant kiss! He is not a stranger. Your daughter secretly
tied the knot with him. If you kill him, sorrows and sufferings will cross
ocean’s brim. A father would widow his daughter. For ages known will be this
slaughter! And if you still send him to the gallows, another death surely
follows!” she was crying profusely and fell at her father’s feet.
The King loved his daughter more
than his own life. He didn’t remember her tears through her lifetime, for he
had always undone any cause which may bring tears to her beautiful eyes. How
could he let this darling flower wither away? Thus, smiled on many fates a new
ray!
A drop of love transformed the pools
of poisonous, hateful waters. It turned into a fountain of brotherhood,
non-violence and cooperation. They were ceremoniously married. The decades-old
animosity was buried. What a humane outcome of her wise, flowery whiff of
courage! For the newlyweds a marital bliss, and for the two states a friendly
kiss!
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