The King’s Problem: The cure:

Continued from The King's Problem:

The Minister was perplexed. How could such a wise and just King be bothered by such a menial problem. But he also knew that the strongest of minds almost always lost to the meekest of problems. And he knew he had to find a solution.

“Sir, how about making an announcement for a prize? That would bring the best of the medical practitioners to the Kingdom. A cure would definitely be found. And meanwhile, the council of ministers has some very pressing issues that deserve attention, sire.” The Chief Minister had deftly tried to divert the King’s attention from the hair loss to the affairs of the state.

“Fantastic idea Chief Minister! Make the announcement instantly. Announce for 50000 gold coins to the one who is able to cure me. However add a clause that, if any doctor fails, he will be beheaded immediately.”

The Chief Minister stared at his mistake in front of him. His attempt to get the King back on line had backfired and snowballed into a horrible catastrophe. Now this was something, he was determined to avoid. No lives would be lost because of him. But how could he prevent the loss of lives. The King had spoken, and going against his wishes would amount to treachery. The Chief Minister took the King’s leave wondering.

My 2 minute love story:

It was a scene painted straight out of Michelangelo’s canvas. Nothing abstract about it but definitely complicated...thought provoking. In the fading crowded background she stood out like Mona Lisa. Only, this painting was live, alive and animated. With lucid movements, she reached down into her purse to pull out her phone. And then, she all of a sudden, she caught my eye. Cupid must have been around somewhere. So dumbfounded I was, immersed in the beauty of the entire scene, that I could not drag myself to look away. I kept staring. Risking the aftermath and the onslaught of impending fury, I kept staring at the painting in front of me. Grace defined itself in her. Her hair fell in layers across her shoulders, dark, shiny, contrasting against the colour of her cheeks. Her sanguine cheeks puffed up because of the effort put in the stretching of the lips into a smile. Her eyes, soft, deep, brown, searching, staring in amusement at the foolish oaf staring blindly at her. Somehow, I managed to smile back, the colour rising in my cheeks. And then, the unimaginable happened. Rising slowly, she glided her lithe figure in my direction, never leaving the lock on my gaze.

The King's Problem:

The king was sick!!!!The king was worried. The queen was worried. The entire kingdom was worried. The king seemed more worried about the taxing problem of his than the taxes of his state. Finally the businessmen could take it no more and decided to meet the king.

As the king sat looking at the ceiling, his hands unconsciously touching the royal crown, the senior most businessman uttered,"Maharaj, the taxation system of the state needs urgent revision. We are also suffering heavy losses due to the outdated export policy. We request your urgent attention into the matter, Your Highness."

The plea:

“Oh My God, is it true? Has it really happened? Can you really be dead, love? Can it be true that you have left me here? Alone, lonely with no one to care for me? No one to bother about me?

And to think I couldn’t even be by your side when you breathed your last. Did you wait for me, love? Did you try your best to fight against Death as it walked closer to your soul? Did you bargain with Death to keep you alive just for some more moments so you could have a glimpse of me? To breathe your last in my arms?

But, you know what? If I had been here, I would not have let you go. I would have bargained with Death to win you over. And I would have succeeded. I would never have let you leave this world before me, love. Never.