From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.
-socrates
THE SAME NIGHT
The low howling of the flesh eating predatory creatures of the dark can be clearly heard from where she lay on yet another murky mattresses.
It was an irony indeed that from the ill-fated night two moons ago when she had crossed path with that so called prince for the first time. She had been reduced into but a common maid. Had eaten nothing but stale distasteful cookery, eversince. Sometimes boiled rice with wild beans and now dried chapattis with nothing but chopped onions to pass the days...........and at nights waited her an old flattened mattress, reminding of more unfortunate times when there was nothing but dewy grass on the hard ground to make a bedding for her under the green tarpaulin roof.
