Fortune curled a lock of luscious dark hair around her long fingers.. Lying on deep velvet cushions provided so thoughtfully by luxury, she was the last of the spolit goddesses.She opened her luminous black eyes to look into the world below. She had made an unusal choice today. The home of a shop keeper in the busy streets of Bombay , with little space to sleep or cook , the man and his wife lived on little but with much happiness. Fortune was indeed the goddess of the rich and powerful. Watching the chanpagne flow , cavier being eaten up by dogs and debauchery on the most elegant cruises, bored her. Turning her eyes on the lives of common people brought her staisfaction, another underpaid petty god she had met recently. When Fortune gazed at common people it brought them flashes of unexpected luck , this she hurriedly covered up by turning God's attention to minor floods or accidents so effortlessly caused by her distinguished friend Catastrophe.
Life on Earth held a distinct allure and Fortune had fallen prey. She had found a most exciting tale as she watched the goings on in the house of the Prince and Princess of Gwalior. Busy bestowing riches on the royal couple, Fortune noticed their maid slide out of room , quitely and smoothly.Excited to be watching her very first adventure, she followed the maid through the sprakling corridors and open halls , across green lawns and finally to the plain servants quarters.The grey aging building was had little rooms for each of the personal servants of the royal couple. The rooms were airy, clean and sparse. The maid hurried up the stairs silently praying that there was no one who would report her presence in the quarters during work hours. She approached her room , looking to check if there was anyone watching , she turned the key in the lock, entering her and closing the door immedately behind her. Concealed in the folds of her saree it was clear she was holding something precious. She hesitantly brought her hand foward , dazzling red beams of light filled the room , glinting of the bare walls and catching the afternoon sun that streamed in through the open window. Caught off gaurd the maid stared agape for a precious few seconds. Quick to snap back to the risks her faced, she backed into a corner away from the window , her plams covering each other and attenpting to hide the intense light. In the corner she uncovered an egg shaped stone , it's hand polished surface rich with color as deep as the blood of a young lamb. She drew a hanky out of a drawer, concealing the stone preciously in its heavy folds, guarding all light from eascaping .Its shape and splendour were remeniscent of the Kingdoms of old.
The eyes of Fortune watched steadily as she hid the jewel in her drawer, it would surely be found in the first search! What was she doing? did she not know that she could be hung if she were found out? Was she so naivee, as to believe that they would not search her quarters.? After the princesses marriage, she had travelled with her , forming a part of the royal retinue sent by the princesses mother to ensure the well being of her daughter.She would not be the first to be searched , but her absence today would give her away. It would indeed be a shame to see one so young and daring hung for treason and thievery.
Life on Earth held a distinct allure and Fortune had fallen prey. She had found a most exciting tale as she watched the goings on in the house of the Prince and Princess of Gwalior. Busy bestowing riches on the royal couple, Fortune noticed their maid slide out of room , quitely and smoothly.Excited to be watching her very first adventure, she followed the maid through the sprakling corridors and open halls , across green lawns and finally to the plain servants quarters.The grey aging building was had little rooms for each of the personal servants of the royal couple. The rooms were airy, clean and sparse. The maid hurried up the stairs silently praying that there was no one who would report her presence in the quarters during work hours. She approached her room , looking to check if there was anyone watching , she turned the key in the lock, entering her and closing the door immedately behind her. Concealed in the folds of her saree it was clear she was holding something precious. She hesitantly brought her hand foward , dazzling red beams of light filled the room , glinting of the bare walls and catching the afternoon sun that streamed in through the open window. Caught off gaurd the maid stared agape for a precious few seconds. Quick to snap back to the risks her faced, she backed into a corner away from the window , her plams covering each other and attenpting to hide the intense light. In the corner she uncovered an egg shaped stone , it's hand polished surface rich with color as deep as the blood of a young lamb. She drew a hanky out of a drawer, concealing the stone preciously in its heavy folds, guarding all light from eascaping .Its shape and splendour were remeniscent of the Kingdoms of old.
The eyes of Fortune watched steadily as she hid the jewel in her drawer, it would surely be found in the first search! What was she doing? did she not know that she could be hung if she were found out? Was she so naivee, as to believe that they would not search her quarters.? After the princesses marriage, she had travelled with her , forming a part of the royal retinue sent by the princesses mother to ensure the well being of her daughter.She would not be the first to be searched , but her absence today would give her away. It would indeed be a shame to see one so young and daring hung for treason and thievery.
