The Palki swayed side to side in movement and Jodha moved along with it unconsciously, too tired and drained to keep her Royal spine intact, she allowed herself to relax into the plethora of pillows placed in the Palki.
As she closed her eyes, she imagined that she could still smell Amber's soil- so warm and inviting, she imagined that she could still hear her people singing as they said their farewell to her...How did that song go again- she tried to remember,
Rani Sa Toofan Samar Ka,
Rani Sa Mhari Rani Sa...
Rani Sa Baadal Sa Garja
Rani Sa Mhari Rani Sa.Rani Sa Jo Aag Sa Balkha.
Rani Sa Baadal Sa Garja.
Rani Sa Rajput Shaan Hai...
Rani Mhari Aan Baan Hai.The words were important to her because her people had sung them at her with tears and pride equally prevalent in their eyes--not that she deserved any of it, nor the Song and neither the loyalty or respect her people gave her so freely.
Jodha felt her throat tightening and tried to swallow but her emotions refused to be controlled anymore.
Tears slipped down her eyes and down her cheeks in rivulets, the salt in them started to burn after a while and still, Jodha sobbed.
She couldn't help but think- should she be happy that she had saved her Kingdom or sad that she had had to sell herself in order to do so?Her people thought her omniscient, they thought her infallible and almost Goddess-like...they called her their Durga and the Pride of Rajputana and now their Pride had been sold to the Mughals of all people--Their Durga had been forced to marry someone who didn't even know who Shiv was!
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