Princesses, heroes, villains, magicians, scientists, talking trees, Queens, idiots, humanoids, lovers, warriors, soldiers...
Where can you find a single book that manages to incorporate such a diverse range of characters?
A short stories anthology...
a/n: content warnings: death scene in the last few paragraphs
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In everyone's eyes, he was the embodiment of charm. His black curls rested on his forehead gracefully and often swayed with the playful breeze. Perfectly shaped eyebrows rested above his doe eyes that frequently sparkled with mischief. His soft, rose-pink lips were forever carved in a delicate smile. On his wrists hung gold bracelets that matched perfectly with his tan skin and lotus-shaped hands.
To add to his charm, he was also a master player of the flute. Since he had been introduced to it at a young age, he carried it around with him, often whipping it out to carve new patterns with it, or play a serene melody.
His music attracted crowds of people who ran behind him to fulfil their hearts with his haunting tunes. In fact, his melodies were so powerful that even animals flocked around him, mingling among the humans to enjoy the music. Peacocks danced in his wake, and monkeys swung on trees above him whenever he sat down under a large tree to entertain everyone.
His words? Eloquent, beautiful.
His tone? Soft-spoken, heart-warming.
His mannerisms? You'd fall in love within the blink of an eye.
Such was the grace of Krishna, enchanter of hearts, soother of souls, the supreme lover, swayer of mind and body to his divine tune.
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'Krishna, I see you're playing the flute again,' Mother called from the kitchen. 'You didn't even say hi to me when you came in. How did your exam go?'
Krishna laughed as he stood up, dusting himself. The crowd groaned at the loss of music. 'Sorry, everyone, you'll have to go home now. I have to tell mother how the exam went, then she'll fatten me up with loads of butter and milk. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to play for all of you later today.'
Grumbling, the crowd slowly picked themselves up and stretched languidly, before thanking him and heading back to their respective homes. Krishna ran home as well, immediately dashing into the kitchen where he was met with the smell of mouth-watering food. He hugged his mother from behind, peeked over her shoulder, and quickly spooned in a little bit of the kheer she was making.
