Picture a new born opening her eyes for the first time. Picture a father cradling his infant daughter in his arms. Feel the shiver that passes through his body, the goosebumps that make their prickly presence felt over his spine and his arms. Watch him as he shuts eyes in agony. A daughter has been born in a Rajput household.
Imagine the father’s plight for which man can be strong enough to shield such a beauty. The baby gurgles and kicks her strong little legs. She is determined to live.
What can the poor man do? He names her his Lotus Blossom and from that day begins to look for a suitable son-in-law.
The years are spent keeping the girl hidden from greedy eyes: eyes that belong to the most powerful, eyes that belong to those that are not from their community.
At last a prince finds courage and accepts her hand. She comes with no dowry, nothing but her tremendous beauty and her destiny. But her new family rejoices. Her prince lives beyond the sands, on the top of an isolated hill in the oldest fort known to mankind.
In the centre of his invincible fort he has built for her a palace that reflects onto a small clear lake of limestone water. In it lie huge crocodiles. But on the edges and on the roof of the palace are great flocks of grey herons and blazing flamingos. The fifteen year old princess settles in.
The father heaves a sigh of relief. He has done his duty.
3 comments:
fantastic
Great blog,Manoshi!Will look forward to more.
Hi Manoshi,
Sorry abt not being able to access he blog. I can assure you that the blog is as beautiful as the Picture that you've got from British Library. I feel the blog has a great future ahead.Remarks/ Comments solicited form all our batchmates and others. Great work Manoshi!
Mudit
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