Maharani Mira
looked up at the tree and saw the brightly shining apple. It was at an
impossible height. None came when she called out for help, before she tried to
reach out to the apple herself. Only the tree grew taller and the apple got out
of reach. She tried harder, jumping first and then throwing stones at the
apple. But the apple was constantly out of her reach. So much the tree had
grown that it frightened the hell out of her. Mira was so tired on her way back
to her Mahal that she lost her way.
Walking on
unfamiliar roads, she came across a hut. She knocked on the door asking, “Is
anyone there?” No reply came forth. As she walked away in disappointment, she
heard the door open suddenly.
Startled, she
walked back only to find that there was no hut where it had been before. It had
disappeared into thin air. Scared out of her wits, Mira fainted on the spot.
She woke up the next afternoon to find herself under the same apple tree.
Mira sat
there wondering about the recent events in her life – the apple tree that kept
growing magically; her losing her way in the woods and the hut that had been
visible for a time but became invisible soon after. She couldn’t understand
anything.
That’s when
she heard the Akashvani: “Dear Mira, you are such an innocent Maharani. You
haven’t understood what nature wants to make you aware of.”
“What does
nature want to tell me?” enquired Mira.
'Then listen.............”
the Akashvani said. "You were playing with the Maharaja when you suddenly
fell down and died instantaneously. The Maharaja prayed to the Gods to give
back your life. But when you were granted life, you left for hunting
immediately despite the Maharaja’s advice. The magical tree represents you and
the magical apple represents the fruit of your actions. You left home without
heeding your husband’s advice and lost your way as a result. For the same
reasons, you are unable to find your Mahal; it’s invisible to you same as the
hut that became invisible.”
Folding her
hands in anguish, Maharani Mira asked, “Is there a solution to this? How can I
get back to my Mahal and the Maharaja?”
"Yes, by
your patience, tolerance and honesty," said the Akashvani.
"Oh I
see! Isn't there an easier way?" She enquired.
Laughing
aloud, the Akashvani disappeared.
Mira found
herself back in her Mahal, only it appeared different. No one seemed to
recognize her. They all treated her like a stranger. The Maharaja’s behavior
was also strange. She waited patiently, with tolerance and honesty for a long
time till the day she decided to leave the Mahal again. A heavenly apple fell
on her lap as a reward for her actions. Having the divine fruit, she gave birth
to twins and was finally accepted by the Maharaja and his kingdom as the
Maharani…….
Thank You Sundari :-) I will ever Indebted for timely help ;-)
ReplyDeleteA beautifully weaved story with a lesson. Super creative:)
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful story. A Maharani who had lost her way.. and the ending had a touch of Ramayana... yet woven in a different way. Keep on writing. :)
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Ashwini