Dark it was. Silent pervaded everywhere. The so-called proud creatures of this heavenly creation had gone into a strange land after exploiting her the whole day. What could she do except playing her harp throughout the night? After all, she was only a maiden!
She cried as usual. “Mad they are. They all have lost their path in the midway. What will she do otherwise? After all, they are her own people”.
She forgave them, took them into her lap, and embraced them. She was not partial towards people of any particular country, caste, or religion. Because she knew all were ever eager to see her affectionate gesture. She did not make them awake to see their foiled malicious strategies to bring disgrace to her (like a frustrated youngman might do to his beloved). She quietly touched .. , that was soft, cold, and divine.