A LITTLE LOVE TALE FROM INDIA
Not too long ago, in the land of India,
lived a handsome prince.
He was known for his life of luxury and lust.
In his harem there were the most beautiful women
you could ever dream of.
He was a selfish man
with no dreams, no passion or compassion.
His life was a terrifying escalation
of insatiable desire of opium and sex.
Many thought the kingdom was under a curse.
But one day a woman entered the palace…
her beauty was indescribable.
She was sent by a mysterious man to the prince
as a gift for his birthday.
She was bathed, scented and dressed
and sent to the prince rooms.
I do not know what really happen
as nobody was allowed inside the prince bedrooms,
but a servant must have been there to deliver
some wine when the prince, for the first time,
looked at that woman.
According to the servant, when the prince
saw her face, he almost fainted.
The time seemed to stop
as if a spell was cast on him.
The servant freaked out and left.
From that moment on,
the prince was possessed by an uncontrollable desire
of this woman.
He became a slave of her beauty and
the passion he shared for her.
She was the only one allowed into his quarters.
Each day to him was only worth living
if he could look into her bottomless emerald eyes.
There the time would stop
and the feeling of falling into a magic land of nowhere
was taking over his ability to think.
From the mighty man he always though to be,
for the first time, he felt lost and impotent,
pure slave of her beauty.
He would love her every single day experiencing
both the thrill of the first time love
and the agony of having her for the last time.
In her honor he ordered flowers for every woman in the kingdom.
But one day he found out her heart belonged to someone else.
She was taken away from him to be his gift.
At that moment the stars disappeared,
the sun stopped shining and no bird was anymore able to sing.
The pain in the prince heart was so strong
he collapsed to the floor,
and, rolled up like a ball,
he cried like a little kid in desperation for days.
In the kingdom people worried he was seriously sick.
By the laws of his land
he had power of life and death over her,
and part of him felt like killing her with his own hands.
But the love he bared for her was greater
than any emotion he thought a man
could ever experience.
He could have never hurt anyone he loved so deeply.
So, he decided, instead to give her a gift.
He gave her the gift of freedom
and, with that,
his own dream of love
so she could make it a reality with
the man she truly wanted.
He arranged for her and her man
a place in a far away land
where nobody could find them and
where they could thrive their passion and love.
They said that after her departure from the palace
the prince never left his quarters…
he was heard crying by the servants,
for months, somebody says years.
But one day, a little girl came to see him to the palace.
Till than he had refused any visit,
but this time his counselor
strongly advised him to see this girls
mentioning a detail about her eyes.
The prince rushed her in.
When the girl arrived to his presence
he looked at her
and crashed on the floor at her feet…
the only thing he could see of that skinny 10-year-old body were
those beautiful emerald eyes
he though he would never see again.
With great embarrassment he started sobbing…
“Before my mom died“, the girl said,
“she told me of a man who loved her more than himself
enough to give up, for her, everything
which really did matter to him .”
“The man lived in a palace of gold
but was indeed a very poor man,
as he gave her his most beautiful dream.
“You should be proud of him.
He is your father
and, in his heart,
he is now one of the wealthiest man I have ever met.”
“Go and make sure he knows I knew
about the sacrifice he has made.“
“He is a great man
and he would be one of our finest kings.“
Indeed the prince turned out to rule the kingdom
with wisdom and kindness.
His time is remembered as one of the most flourishing periods
in the Indian history.
it was recently reported that in
a little village of India, where not too long ago
a great kingdom existed,
amongst the ruins, there is a little temple
where the goddess of love lives.
She is a little statue with beautiful big emerald eyes.
It was ordered to be made by the prince
in honor of the woman he loved
and today, it still there.
They say the soul of the woman and the soul of the prince,
both inhabit the statue.
We do not know if this story is really true…
some people found the place and they say the statue does exist.
She is the protector of true love.
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