Remembering #Anarkali (from #SnuffingOuttheMoon)"he caught sight of a pomegranate tree & its blood‑red blossoms—& he thought of Anarkali. Only a score of years had passed & yet, Anarkali was already a legend
rather than a memory. Being entombed alive in a wall had
that effect 1/
rather than a memory. Being entombed alive in a wall had
that effect 1/
But that face—like a dew-covered pomegranate blossom—still lingered in the mind. Had she breathed her last in the close embrace of brick & mortar or was the rumour
true that her mother managed to contrive her escape? In the days after her condemnation by Emperor Akbar for 2/
true that her mother managed to contrive her escape? In the days after her condemnation by Emperor Akbar for 2/
becoming Salim’s paramour, he'd looked for her like a man possessed. But he was destined never to set his eyes on that comely face again. & now all these years had passed & in the few that remained he'd never know. Ah, but to catch a glimpse of that shy & radiant smile once more"
@threadreaderapp "unroll"
