Krishna Maurya

<the 485 year of BCE; India> ____ HOW THE YOUNGEST BECAME A RULER? A gold divine tear dropped from Shiva's eye, falling to the apple tree turning one of it's fruits into gold apple hidden between branches and leafs. A young boy climbed up the tree, found a gold apple, without second thought he took a bite. The sweetness of the apple was something he never tasted before. It was sweeter than all of his sweets combined, tastier than the meals of the royal cook. He devored this apple not noticing that his brown eyes turned gold, his hair deep purple. He came back to the palace, greeted his father, was stopped from bowing down. Confused looked at his father and mother kneeling before him. The crown was placed on his head. The divine blessing made the seventh first. ____ PRESENT: I watched her dance. The present for my 21 birthday. Her dance. I was mesmerized, couldn't look away even for a split second. She wasn't just beautiful. She was divine. Her grace when she danced before me, for me was grater than the one of empresses and princesses. She seemed to float above the floor, her feet not making a sound. The string inside me was pulled. The string i never thought that exsited. I was the chosen by gods. The blessed one and yet i was mesmerized by mere dancer without family, with forgotten ancestors. I couldn't let her go. I wanted her. Needed her. In just blink of an eye she became my air. The dance was not enough. I need to made her mine. Her dance ended and before i realised i was walking into her direction. Me, the king, was walking to the dancer in my own two feet instead of calling her to me. I extended my hand. 'Be mine' - i couldn't recognize my own voice. It wasn't a command. It was a plead. For the first time in my life i was pleading. She looked at me. I couldn't read her, waiting for her decision with held breath. Finally she took my hand. This night she became mine. And every night after that i made sure to never let her forget to whom she was bound.