The Eden and its roses imagined a hue, a hue that was to color the souls it would capture… soon. Nobody knew … but the ants…and the ants crawled empty walls leaving a trail of ash grey mysticism everywhere they went…pain was felt, pain was felt not. Joy was felt, Joy was felt not. It was not for her, nor was it for him; it was just what it was and precisely just that. Fate had some other plans though, souls be parted it pronounced. Destiny, however, had its own way; he had to taste freedom while she had to embrace death and yet it seemed… quite too often… that she had never existed ,at all !
Revisiting the fate of Anarkali however, and imploring his faith in love, he saw the truth.
Anakrali and the prince loved each other but a society that claimed to believe in peace was ironically intolerant towards love, so much so that it preferred materialism over love and Anarkali paid the price. Love cost her death while the prince got weighed against the gold in his palace where his father became the god who wanted to decide the fate of Anarkali and his son himself. Such a society that fails to appreciate the true feelings of love and humanity is bound to collapse. The walls might remain and so might the sound and the wind that carry secrets secretly, but love and humanity once lost from a heart will never take its toll again.
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