The Palace was the most beautiful thing in the universe. It was God’s own creation. The rooms were spacious, the corridors were green. Brooks flowed freely between the lovely gardens. The food was abundant and the air was clean to breathe.
The Palace was generous. It welcomed everyone. And there was enough for everybody. There was no King, or any Queen or Prince. All could live freely and happily in that Inn. The balance was perfect.
But, like all good things, time changed the palace politics. Some started posing as Kings, Queens and Prince. A power struggle ensued. More, we want more, screamed the powerful. The rooms felt smaller now. Too many thrones could not be accommodated in the limited number of rooms. So they encroached on the green corridors and destroyed the tall trees. The few who lived amidst the greenery were slain mercilessly. Slowly, the number of rooms started increasing and the passageways started decreasing. There was no end of needs. Because greed knew no bounds.
The kings’ men were everywhere. Finding their own rooms, displacing the green corridors and the inmates there. There was less food and the air was not clean anymore. The palace creaked for attention. But, nobody paid any heed, carrying their own business with ease. The palace screamed for help. The rooms had submerged the green corridors almost completely. The rivers started protesting violently, missing their favourite green friend. But, no one was ready to listen. Calamity was just steps away.
Then the doomsday arrived. When the balance was gone, the palace could not bear any more. The walls came crashing down. A great tsunami arose.
The Kings, Queens and Princes had a great fall. All the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t put the Palace together again.

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Sreeparna Sen is a Computer Engineer, working in a Bank and finds her solace in writing. She has authored the book Tales of Wizardencil and is a part of more than 10 anthologies including an international project Until Dawn. To name a few other published anthologies are Hawk’s Nest, Macabre Tales, Blood Runs Cold, Route 13 – Highway to Hell, Love in Trying Times, Airavata and Sharing Lipstick. She has recently published her first non-fiction book Tilottama At A Glance about the city of joy, Kolkata. You can follow her website at www.wizardencil.com.

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