“Come on Naina, you are not a child. How can she stay at her married daughter’s house? If she had a son, then things would have been different.”

"Why can't my life be like an ordinary person's?” “Because you are destined to do something extraordinary,” a voice came from her right.

She is younger, prettier, taller, more talented than me. But one day when she will be old like me, the king may go ahead and marry some younger women, I mumbled.

The girls happily swirled in their pretty dresses, admiring themselves and remarking at what others wore. So typical, something normally expected of little girls, right?

Some were worried what would happen on my first night? Some wanted to know what my mother ate when she carried me. Some even wanted to know how much she split open while giving birth?