I, Me, Myself

This story was written in the summer of 2013 as an entry for the annual Deccan Herald Short Story Competition. As she nuzzled against me, I felt the warmth of her little body, the slow breathing synchronising with mine. Her almond eyes tightly shut, her somnolent mind led for a walk amongst the stars. I remember the very first time I held Maya to my bosom. My blood was still throbbing following the eight hours of intense labour. I was drained, parched and broken. Yet true to her name, those little fingers, as I entwined mine with hers, wielded a magic wand. No sooner than did I peer into those brown eyes, that I was healed. My baby. The tiny steps she took, were momentous milestones in our lives. Her tiny feet traced a path the lit its way into our hearts. First a coo then a call, our little girl was growing up fast. It came as a bolt from the blue. One day my little girl was jumping and playing about, walking into walls, losing her balance on the bicycle...

An insight into the intriguing lives of the Mughal dynasty, especially their women and in particular their daughters... The Mistress of the Throne is a semi fictional memoir of  the unsung princess Jahanara and how she played a defining role in shaping India's history from behind the veils.  A powerful, independent and strong character, born  perhaps about 500 years ahead of time, her remarkable life, her vision and her sacrifices appear to be the less chronicled aspects of what undoubtedly was the Golden Era of the Mughal Rule. Her unparalleled love for her eccentric family is remarkable. As an adolescent she was thrust into the forefront of royal responsibilities soon after her mother , the legendary Mumtaz Mahal breathed her last, yet this Persian beauty wore the title of Shah Jahan 's Empress and that of a foster mother to her siblings with grace and dignity. The melancholy of her own life not withstanding, she was the will behind the Taj Mahal, thus immortalizing...