The Deserted Queen
Forest Entry
A lady was sitting under the banyan tree with so much dullness in face kept eyes on the way and bagged with some dresses and favorite painting kit.
Tara murmured herself, what? Did nobody follow me today?
If somebody has not come, the night stay will be a terror experience in the midst of the forest.
The forest looks like Mild deciduous one. The soil is rich and the leaves are broad. Birds started resting on the tree. The sun searched the place to sleep. A cart carrying some goods was on the way coming and slowed down. Looking at the long branched tree the woman inside the cart had eyes around. The sun looks to be set, and need to stop the travel. She told her son's, sons! Will settle over here for tonight..Let’s light the Flambeau when there is little light around.
The sons went to the mother's order...
What is a lady sitting alone? Mother
Just going to another land. The lady asked Tara Why?
The woman looked at the girl’s eye...
Said “Bright face “but in ordinary wardrobe.
Why leaving the empire of yours? Mother waved Tara. Tara murmured empire, I know, that's why feel can't survive over here.
Tara opened the dam which she was forced to lock. People push me in an ordinary lifestyle always. But my soul says I am not designed for that.
One Priest says I am locked by a lot of mantras. An old lady daily does few things against me and my growth. Wherever I enter people sketch a design of notorious story. The woman asked the lady, how you travel alone?
People like you... will come and join me
What’s your name?
“Nayan Tara," SUCCESSFUL
Tara! For all great leaders at ages they were said to be notorious and terrorist.... the old lady smiled.
Do that forest hunter child punished like me or children’s of prisoner are not getting the awards.
No...I found half of my epic the same things
And I am turning my way to close the epic not as they expected, Tara elaborated
A good heart will die without food and wealth but certainly not without fame at least not being a notorious one. When it is to a girl, her ultimate decision would be Death. But Tara loved to die battling rather than a suicide
Birds rested on the trees...
Will danger animal come here? Tara asked
No one said the son
Besides river is running
Not the area for the hunt, he added
Animals know this....but this town people's...Tara murmured
Tara is a brown looking girl
Even being standing inside beautiful girls Tara will steal the show with a royal look which Tara doesn’t know.
Mother, how will you feel? When somebody says "she should be locked, otherwise she will run". Don’t worry child, everybody will think according to their knowledge. Said Mother
Tara was planning something on mind.
Did some calculations on a script.
Sons were discussing something looking at her. Tara thought to herself, oh! Nice, smiled inside.
When a woman is determined nothing can stop her. The determination may be ordinary or extraordinary. When it is extraordinary she has to play odd game to make her a game winner.
Tara knows her travel is going to be tough.
She had enough experience in travelling with strangers. She is fully prepared. The air touched her with little warm and went chilled. She looked the pave yard; it’s going to be a great adventure, yes! Tara’s life itself an adventure. The moon rose a little higher.
Cold weather circulated. The sons lighted some fire. Mother started enchanting slogans.
The final bell of the nearest temple started ringing. Tara sat on a mat and sung a song slowly.The forest has a route only known to the spies and merchants. Tara asked mother. Are you a merchant?
Mother said yes,
People will come in between the way and take the goods. Sometimes we interchange. It’s strange to see a woman. Tara smiled and exclaimed. What to do the child? Old lady unable to stay alone, Travelling with my boys. In my childhood I helped my father and assisted my husband, now guiding my son's Mother nodded. Women’s life finishes with guiding, assisting, helping the males. The tools sometimes covered with a good coating called love.
Tara’s Mess
Tara lied down in the corner of the tree. She started singing slowly and it is the best stress reliever, she uses well to change the mood.
Every woman born to be happy, she is bored of bad situation which she constantly tried to rub.
It was a sunset evening; Tara had a clear face like a clear sky after a rain. She pulled down a branch of leaves to cover her face. One of the sons came near her and asked her if she wants a holy drink which mother preferred to her.
Forest was calmed now, few animal’s crèche and roared. Tara paid attention to the river sound. She believed very rhythmic. She said "No" and revealed had it for herself.
The Son asked her, which direction Tara is decided to go tomorrow?
She told east. The son moved the branch and looked into her face. Two warm lilies in cool moonlight, her eyes. Tara, you don't worry about the danger involved here “forest and animals” he asked her. She added say a man like you and smirked.
With a gap, she further added, No!
Where are you going? He added. To a painting competition in the Eastern province, she slowly opened her mouth. Her mind calculates everything in milliseconds before she delivers. He thought well-developed girl. Is painting your passion or aim? The son. Sometimes passion wins and sometimes aims nothing bad to have both. Painting is one of the passionate tools for my aims said, Tara.
It’s very tough to download things from a well developed and too much-suffered girl. Who are your parents? The son slowly had some words with her. Tara being cautious released words which are necessary for the situation without any side effects. Does this information be essential to you? I don't reveal all these things to strangers.
Do you know the way to go? The son
He was a tall man with broad shoulders. Looked like a trained warrior. Tara looked at him deeply? She thought to herself maybe I am wrong, blinked inside heart
“Do I am talking with the wrong person”.
Sir, I feel sleepy, I was tired on too much thinking about my plans and I have to sleep she quit him. Sure, Tara, he added.
Your mother is very good. Tara extended. I know, the man
Which direction will you go? The man asked Tara. What will you do? There also is a mental was given a prize, he argued her. Will you suicide?. She made her face hard, I am not going there to get prizes and don't expect from inhabitants who were not at my level of thoughts. But just to see likeminded people.
Speaking to him Tara took a sword and tried to throw on a cobra aiming at her. The man stopped and said NO! We are hiding in its place, Tara. Tara, "Have you written and give it to these pair of a cobra." That they only can survive here
What is your name? Tara rose to him. He said Pandithevan and revealed that he is also going towards the east. We will go when lotus flowers. You can also join us.
"Go soon," Tara said, your mother may think wrong.
No! We have some business and family ethics that my mother knows, "we don't go wrong anyway rather than our assignment" he explained her. Tara, you are good at sword too, a little appreciation may make a woman sleep well, Pandithevan felt.
I told you I am sleepy. Stay away, it's Tara
Pandithevan returned Tara! A child is wearing blouses and Sari having a sword of a womanly tongue. Pandithevan whispered. Pandithevan went towards another son. They were discussing something. It looks like a neat description of the tomorrow's travel plan. Pandithevan went to sleep. The second son was sitting and had an eye watch. Few merchants were returning on late night. He had a discussion with them and exchanged some goods. Still, he had eyes on them. People belong to a group of merchants, some hide spies and the artists from three different provinces.
Tara was so much determined by this competition. In the town where Tara left, nobody knows the ongoing struggle of her. Sometimes a person lives a well-written life, they don't want to observe or worry for others. It is exceptional to the community like Pandithevan and his mother. We can see a man ready for a huge adventure and it is very hard to see a girl fighting alone.
“Woman with self-driven aim, An Atom
At Vander walls for great reaction”
Palace of Queens
The Earth bloomed like a flower in the morning.
Pandithevan woke up, he noticed Tara was missing.
Oh god! What is this stupid girl doing? He whispered himself. He looked Tara was painting something in a tree. She did little things which seem to be her routine, looked childish. She played skipping with Senganthal (A State flower of Tamil Nadu) creeper. Pandithevan nodded her "childish girl".
A gentleman came, he delivered two horses and one script to Pandithevan, another one to his mother and one to younger one as well. Tara asked him, who is this?. He looked sharp and rigid. Pandithevan revealed that he was his father, and he asked him to sell the two horses in the eastern province.
Are you ready for the ride Tara? Pandithevan excited her. Yes! Tara prepared herself. Then you ride this one now said Pandithevan. No, I don't know horse ride she said no! no!. Pandithevan told her that the horse knows how to ride her.
The lotus flowered. The sparrows drank the water in the leaves. Nice day! Tara exclaimed, do you feel fresh for the travel? Pandithevan explained the tricks in riding horses to Tara. The horses started the journey the mother asked Tara "Do you believe in tantric" Tara replied, "I don't know “ The mother said a mantra to Tara to tell her daily. Krishna told Tara "You are friendly,” Tara smiled, a small joy seen on her face."You have told nothing in the eyes of a man". She replied. I have known few palace girls like you, told Krishna. But I am a natural one, Tara revealed. What was that your father has given in the script she nurtured him? About my duties he replied Pandithevan. Tell me anything about East province inquired Tara. There is an old queen over there, will be chosen king for the residential plan and there will be one unannounced king who will run public affairs. He explained her. There will be a secret ballot for that. Why not a fairy queen? Tara raised her voice. You are going to a painting contest and be prepared Krishna said. Pandithevan said lets we settle down for some period over here. It was a tiny shrine; the shrine invited them with peace. Very warm she said to herself. Water from the copper pot felt warm to her. Tara had little freshness near a pond. She seems to adopted for everything. Ready to accept all dangers, embrace difficulties, to smile with a pain, Cry alone, dance and sing her for comfort. She painted.
The next day travel started the pavement becomes very sloppy and stiff. Tara just lean backward Krishna held the horse in one hand. Tara, you are too much tired on negligence? Krishna asked her. Why? Tara looked at him. You are well programmed said, Krishna. Well equipped too, Tara murmured. Men like women who can keep them in their hands. Not one such woman who is directing them. Some say women can win like Ovvayar (A Tamil poet wished to look like elderly to be a poet in society) .It is shame Tara looked sad
"Communication doesn't require gender but heart to hear"
Tara craved the tree for painting. Krishna! My heart has a lot of rooms where I have ordered my books well. I know when to refer what, I never gave permission to anybody to look into my heart. I never do it for others. The biggest wander off the society is looking into mine since I am more attractive than anything else to them.
“Lies told by majority is not truth
Truth has a unique code”
Nature the Healer
Tara enjoyed the riding
Kattumullai,( flower of south India) fruits, birds singing, etc
Mother cooked soup in the middle. She is very experienced and not so much expressive; Age will kill emotions and expressions.
Oh, ha ha ha...Tara hears a voice, A palanquin was going in between hidden trees.
Krishna smiled...
Krishna was a man not looking like a guard, but a sharp silent sword.
Tara looked at him what was going on
Prince Trishala is going to the palace in the middle of forest
What a lucky woman going leisurely to the palace, Tara
The different queens do different roles, Tara.
Do you want to go Hareem? Krishna smiled.
No, not at all, Tara rejected.
Why did you join with me? Tara asked
Krishna "Can you go alone"
Just we thought to help you
OH OH!
Tara, you have sword but not bow and arrow, Krishna asked Tara did she knows Archery
I know, I left. I have one with me said, Tara. "Will you try" Krishna.
Tara aimed few flowers, Fine, aim at that rabbit, Pandithevan had an eye. No, I don't kill animals Tara rejected the deal
You are a warrior, Krishna. The three started having communication where the matter is not important in a work; a good blend of knowledge yields a good result.
"In a good communication gender dies
Only the matter lives"
Forest was looking calm, opened door to them, it said silently leave all bargains and battles, just play.
We reached a river stream, Pandithevan took stones
He throws at the river to check the flow and depth. The horses crossed with no doubts
Tara's face was little clear now, she was filled with the beauty of nature
"Nature is the ultimate stress reliever"
Deer jumped, Peacock danced, few fishermen did fishing. Haunters haunted their day.
Small life inside the forest. Two lovers were talking so intimately,
Pandithevan diverted the talk.
Tara, you know the defense, do you know dancing, singing, cooking etc.
Sure, I dont think I should prove it to you.
Pandithevan took the script and read it with a deep thinking
He planned few things inside. Tara knows well.
she is travelling with two Pandithevan and two Krishna
Still, only one inside them was having a conversation with her.
"A warrior rise in practice, performance only when needed
He Stands as himself hiding the warrior" Any job it is not twenty-four hours appraisal.
Tara’s Sketch.
Krishna, it seems there will be a rain after two days, should make the journey fast to compensate the nature. Pandithevan
Tara! Every woman may paint flowers, dolls, etc.. But is different. Tara sketched cartoons, whoever notices, may say, looks like drawn by an immature girl. She lived short period with persons who know Tara and nobody had a continuity with her and started the travel without a justice. Pandithevan queried
No, mine is a modern art, Nayan Tara naa, what it tries to convey, Pandithevan raised.
it is a competition secret ...Tara.. Face hid all emotions and just shows a glimpse of a passenger."you are looking tired" and will rest in a hut nearby village. Pandithevan.
Pandithevan went into the forest and got fruits, yam and medicines.
The Palanquin was returning and the two men's were looking very dull Krishna had words with guards, what's wrong? Gaurd said that Trishala grew in before their eyes. she loved music, poetry, got a few prizes in the city but this Harem lifestyle, she doesn't like it and was whispering all the way. Tell her she is a queen now, Pandithevan
Without crown...Tara nodded
If with love doesn't need. PandithevanHareem Queens is the key role of the majesty...
It needs all talents, Best move on the worst parts...
They need the safety...Krishna argued
Tara smiled; She is comfortable with both the males and mother.
"A good communication needs the best
Coder of its decoder”
How is your town side life? Krishna asked Tara
All well-eating women, with no talents, their mouth is up to washermenpet, she told in her slang which means a long talking mouth
The community is a group of like-minded but society compromises all. If we fail to form a society without noise, man becomes the animal.
Don't think too much about Trishala, Tara..Your goal is different, it’s Krishna.
Why should I compare? I am not royal, said Tara. Tara often made to confuse and competitive with royals. The Royals are like painting which she could not imagine. Since she lost her victory to ordinary for considering her as royal for which she didn't step into Unknown enemy, relations are competitors, she often asks her
The horses moved, and a village came near, little visible. The horse changes the way to the other side of Village. There was a hut nearby, outskirts of the village. A lady was playing with two children. it was a small home with all basic needs. Pandithevan and Krishna arranged something for the horses. Tara loved the white horse. It looks like a good pet. The brown one looked so brave. The two more horses looked wild.
Tara, now you can sleep, bath well, eat tastier...Pandithevan told himself, tar is not that innocent and child She is a warrior, glittering. It may take time to compromise her, for pushing a lifestyle to her who she could not understand estimate and sometimes accepts.
Child of the land
Four pillars carrying a dome covered with Italian and Spanish glasses, a Royal court.
A loud voice was speaking at the court echoes on the walls, people standing in the last row can hear him
A King was announcing his judgments, Everyone looked silent People had majestic looks, All dressed in silk clothes. There was fleet of horses and elephants in the backyard. Window work of the court was incredible. The court had marble and stone works. Chandelier looked awesome. It is surrounded by beautiful royal paintings. Agriculture is the main occupation.
There were at least five languages spoken in the royal court. In India, the king ruled with no bias on caste, language or ethnic greed
It is the land they occupied. All good culture, art are open door to flourish without losing their own.
"King gives up his community
Rules for the public"
"Right Judgement at right time: serves,
Delayed time itself an opponent's weapon"
There were at least thousand people inside the court to serve a day.
Even people who served the court
are said to be from royal family.
His judgment followed
"A citizen who told the wish is "not to be in the homeland" is given the least preference than citizen living inland leaving all prejudice.
Official Co-workers should not move coins based on personal life.
Stop helping wrong hands is also one type of corruption."
Meanwhile, while King got news.
King Desigan went immediately to the village was at a distance
From the palace.
"Girl child was born" Desigan heard. He raised brow in angry and shouted
Desigan was the king belongs to long era palace but he had superb social concern and ideas.
Leaving Hareem you make everybody trouble...Tulasi was one girl of his Hareem lady.
No, I don't want that lifestyle. Tulsi replied.
See it is a girl child...
Dad...
Send this baby out...You're moving to job
It is safe for both of you.I will trace the child later.
The child will move.
"Will the child loose royal importance?"
God knows.
Culture is not what people lived and wrote thousand years before.
"If culture remains constant,
You are uncivilized".
What are these children will do for their land?
Who knows the child which lives out of the city can create a history to the land left and the land living.
Tulasi was helpless and have none idea further
Tulasi was a wounded lion. She prepared herself for the recovery of health
and rejection of love." what to do next."
"If future was known to one
Sure no one agrees on it"
The child will chase, she said to herself
the hidden past, Mysterious present and a positive future.
A life around endangered spies.
The Pleasure of travel
The clouds gathered together Tara, you see the horse is going to run faster. You just be bone joined together horse and be flexible according to it. For safety, I will tie you with this. Peacock danced in the way. Dragonflies confirmed there will be rain. Butterflies enjoyed their dancing. The horse started running faster on a secret command.
In the evening a town came.
Krishna told Tara this is a home mess Let's have the dinner over here and stay.
Tara looked an old friend over there, sudden jerk in her heart. He took few minutes to look her eyes.
Then after practicing himself few times, he asked her, how are you?
She said I am fine going to eastern province. He went to the dinner plate and ate like he never took for years.
Tara said crazy...Krishna laughed.
Krishna asked Tara you miss continuity of home being.
Tara said it is like one school (An ancient style of residential school) to the one. Initially, I struggled. Now I understood my way and flow
Krishna showed her, Thumps Up.
Krishna, up to this point I have fought all alone. I traced my problem all alone.
There is a lady in the Town.
She is a spy of the ladies gang through which the men are underplaying.
I told her once If you are going to speak too much I will throw Himalayan hot water
On your face. She started sending alternative ladies.
Krishna smiled.
Are you that much terror? Krishna "Poo onru puyalanadhu" a tamil song
"When the voice of one unheard and avoided Becomes Terrible Action"
The air as becoming Chill.
Don't worry Tara, Krishna.I can't notice any expression on your face
About your missed friends.
"Friends," Tara, Krishna looked her face. Nobody shown interest to stay in my life
And it's their decision and it's good and OK
I am just convinced, Tara.
"Love lives in distance, dies in
Least shown interest ".