Imagine

Once upon a time, there was a Queen with the power of love and determination bestowed upon her. She had a daughter and when the daughter asked her 

 "What will I be?" She replied,

 "The future's not ours to see, but whatever comes your way face it, never be a dreamer, be a doer."

She belonged to a large royal family of proud descent but nobody thought her the joy of the family and had any compassion for her. Mother was the supreme nurturer and protector but the others ruled over her.

She was a nice, bright, lonely, unhappy girl who sat alone and silent without any playfellow thinking,

 

" If only I had someone who would kiss me and  understand my pain."

But her heart was like a sponge, sucking up feelings and emotions, even pain. She was born with the soul of a mermaid who could only suffer pain. She couldn't even confide in her mother.

Nobody was concerned or cared about the trifling little spirit being engrossed in the glory of their own story. She found herself sorrowful and alone but she couldn't mourn or weep or express her suffering although her heart shrieked and howled, she never uttered a word.

She was never very sociable and children used to make fun of her and refused to play. She had nobody to talk to. Oh! how she desired to be sitting with other children prattling away merrily, joking and talking nonsense. She had to turn to her mother who was her source of all love, nourishment, comfort.

This made the little girl terribly lonely as she needed some solicitude against the deluge of solitude rising from below as she was condemned to live in loneliness, never known before. Black heavy clouds covered her life, thunder rolled and amidst the bustle and noise of existence, she found herself lonesome, by herself. 

In her loneliness riding the wings of time thingummy, dryads and vivid colorful fairies appeared and whispered in her ears

“Don't feel sad, we are all princesses in God's kingdom”.

 

They played and danced with her and made her happy and laugh and told,

 

“Someday you will come out of your loneliness and meet the greater world, wage wars and win them! You'll be the warrior princess!”

The time came when she was rejected at the highest level and brought anxiety with it. Hah! Pain? Nobody cared if she lived or died because it will bring them to gain. King of Darkness tried his utmost that she dies.

Her father, the White King perished suddenly and left his family in difficult pecuniary circumstances which was a devastating blow to mother and daughter but all-powerful mother guarded her daughter with patience and fortitude.

In the dismal netherworld The Restrainer, Yama sat on his throne with his noose turning his moustache proudly and asking his accountant Chitragupta who is to be judged next. Somnolent Chitragupta came yawning ahead with his massive register and announced the girl's name. 

Yama was standing beside the procedure bed ready to toss his noose to get the soul of the girl. He is famous due to his responsibility for good decision-making based on records of a person’s deeds. But looking at the bold and daring guiltless face whistling a tune while the stretcher was pushed to the operation theatre he got flabbergasted and called his scribe Chitragupta, who fetched his logbook to check if the name was really there or not. Yama is also known as Dharmaraja, King of Justice, he is the punisher of the wicked but couldn't find any wickedness, vice, immorality in the girl's deeds or her parents. Scratching his chin he returned to his palace in the netherworld.

Help preserve my daughter! Mother begged the apothecary. While facing a horribly wicked malicious fate she never screamed with terror or annoyance.

In the midst of hunger, worry, for medicine and struggle, staying in a strange house, the girl was ambushed by a pathogen, a bug who came blowing in the wind and made the host suffer from every breath.

Wheezing like an accordion, panting for breath, coughing up blood because the sinister pathogen had not only invaded her lungs but travelled to the lower limbs through the lymph nodes making them throb like the sound of a drumbeat, she answered walked through the dark path every day, walking with faith that she was headed for sunshine.

As she made it through one ailment, another became ready to charge ahead. Once again in an extremely confusing situation, Chitragupta, the bookkeeper of the God of death, Yama made her sign the logbook when she was hooked onto machines, punctured with needles and tubes were going through them inside the operation theatre and Yama was standing behind nodding his head. She sat up, mustered up all her strength, saw her mother's face in front of her eyes and signed. Then when she laid down she showed an upturned thumb to them for luck. Yama covered his face, the Oh, no! It was a sure catch but he missed this time too! The way she was sneaking out he wouldn't ever capture her it seemed. This time too Yama could hear she was whistling inside her mind

Then again a fierce situation came and her heart stopped jumping with joy, enjoying the elixir of life and she learnt to shed tears of wicked pain hugging her mother at night when she felt her soul screaming out with the agony and howling in pain. She hugged her mother and muttered and cried as electricity went through her brain. She had a lancinating pain as if a live electric cable was held against her eyes, cheeks, jaw and teeth.

 Battling the darkness of pain and intolerance through the thorns of adversity, with her creativity she triumphed over the deepest fears of the subconscious. 

The creation of Man is supposed to be God's best job, greater than the animals with morals and principals but they have turned out to be leaders in their dominions and its authority which is supreme and impregnable. They practice killing weaker animals and are selfish by nature. They are the most miserable creation who only care about themselves. While travelling to road from childhood to adulthood she has witnessed that.  The widespread disease has brought out the worst aspect of human character!

She turned on the radio and found a station and enchanting music floated in John Lennon's voice.

Picture credits : Amish Masarani

From : https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/blogs/warrior-princess/imagine-2/