Crossing the sky from one corner to another, the sisters reached where Madhumala lived. Only the sound of the waves roaring and crashing in the sea was heard in the dead of the night. Silent but watchful guards were all alert. The golden palace having golden pot on the top of its dome was glittering even in darkness.
Madhumala’s chamber could be reached crossing seven thirty six thirteen rooms of the palace. Madhumala sleeps alone on thirteen layered mattress on the golden cot surrounded by 3 rows of ghee lamps.
Princess Madhumala was sleeping in peace
Under the umbrella of thousand gemstone-snakes
She was in deep sleep on her bed, her cloths ruffled
Like cloud in the sky looked her long hair disheveled
Like sleeping moon, her skin as smooth as flower-petal –
Flowers adorning her hair, like a seabird she was special.
Images of moon broken on the sea-waves looked dull beside her – those are created and destroyed every moment. But the moon inside the golden chamber was tied by floral garlands forever – never to be diminished.
The fairy sisters entered the chamber making themselves invisible to place Madan’s cot near her’s. Both the full moon of the full moon night and the morning sun seemed shining beside each other as if sleeping in same carriage. The time-fairy’s thirst couldn’t be quenched even after seeing them together for long – “How come Bidhi* could keep them separated so long? Let us wake them up and see what they do.”
“No, don’t!” – Sleep-fairy looked alarmed as she moved from there creating a mild floral breeze, “what are you doing, each of them will become distracted if one sees the other!”
The time-fairy did not listen; she was humming a tune:
“What is prettiness if I can’t see it with my own desire?
Unless I surrender my life to it – be it water of fire.”
*Fate – female form of Bidhata
To Be cont….