Writing Prose

                                                It was raining hard as Princess Albania, looked out from her terrace Palace.  She called the servant Ferooz and told him,  Prince Ahram has not come home yet. It’s been fifteen days. I have not spoken or heard from him for five days. What shall I do Ferooz, What shall I tell Queen Janki, his mother?  She will worry and be angry.  Feroz said, yes it's true, She will be very upset, angry and will have you sent to the servant quarters, and feel you have cursed her son.   Princess Albania noticed it stopped raining.  She turned back against the window then heard many noises, She heard a mouse. Then a cat, Suddenly a nightingale landed in front of her porch.  She heard the squeaking sounds of the Nightingale  There under the feet was a piece of paper.  Princess Albania walked and opened the terrace Palace door,  She got the Piece of paper.  The nightingale looked at Prince Albania and flew away.   Princess Albania said, “thank you” w

                                                             There came the Queen, in her heavy Maroon Sari, decked with jewelry, Her heavy bracelet of matching color, Her earrings hanging with maroon beads.   Her hair braided with red and white flowers.   She wore her maroon veil on top of her head. She also wore a black beaded with gold on the bottom and the letter M on the circle was graved on the necklace. It was her mangal sutra, Resembling importance of her marriage to the King.   The ladies nearby all stood at the terrace watching her, staring at her. All her neighbors came out, as the bells rang.   They saw her walking with charisma. The Queen was holding a round plate with a pot full of water, fruits and red sindoor and fruits.   The Queen just entered the veranda of her house.    Mallika, “Where have you been?” Questioned,   Rani Ma.   “You know you will get the evil eye”.    “You haven't eaten anything”.   Rani Ma, “I had gone to the temple, to pray for King Raja”.