After all those traps,I guess I got a bit of flexibility.We soon reached a bazaar by the evening.The dim lighty vibe hit me really hard with a nostalgia I never experienced.
People were bargaining with seller who were sitting cross legged on rugs and carpets smeared with the flickering light of lanterns.They were selling sweets like halwa and jalebi appealing enough to make me drool.Spices like cardamon and cumin were there.
Another thing I observed was veiled women in palanquins,probably royals.They were wearing muslin clothes,I have been dreaming since childhood to wear those. They were protected not only from danger but also sweat.
Must be great being born a royal no hardworking just pure luck and privileges.
To come to think of it,would I ever talk about equality had I been BORN a royal?.At the end of the day all people care about is themselves and it is nothing to hate but when it exceeds its limits its called selfishness.
Wanna know the positive side?if I became a royal now I would.I can promise you that I would establish democracy because I know that all are equal and democracy is the way.The life that I have lived as a normal person taught me so.But being born a royal would never let grow such thinking.
Let's drop this philosophical questions in my head.Let it get handled by people who failed maths(no hate,I know Aristotle didn't fail maths).So as I was describing,
Some stores were like workshops where jewelries were sold and crafted at the same time.They looked beautifully decorated with colorful gems from probably Central Asia.
The smell of burning incense sticks blessed my noses.I took a photo.Funfact,I am the only one with a camera here.
While I was listening to all the people(Asian moms) bargaining for one coin less,camels grunting,grandparents telling stories,some ones hair getting shaved while closing my eyes,
Dannyal shouted,
"LOOK,OUR CARAVA-"[Suddenly a group of bandits out of nowhere started attacking.There were soldiers but not enough to save everyone.]
They set fire to stalls,people ran around screaming and someone's samosas got burnt.What a tragedy!
One of the bandits ran towards Dannyal with a knife.I just took out my sword and without thinking twice,
and slashed that bandit's neck in half cleaner than my mom's carrot cutting skills.It looked as if I have been practicing that shit for ages.
Dannyal's eyes widened expecting to see heaven.He said,
"Holy shit!"
"Let's protect the caravan,"said I,where did that courage come from though?
Everytime I sensed danger, my hand started magic with that sword.Thanks to that,nobody from our caravan got hurt.
Those unemployed guys?I sliced those bandits like onions and just like onions they made my eyes sting
How could a person like me kill those people?Even though I knew what I did was right but you know the way it stings
After the uproar,the bazaar was left in shambles.Destroyed shops,injured people and tied bandits.We joined the caravan, they acted as if we were dead people.
One of the soldier came up to me and said,"Any chance you were a soldier in the past life?"I said,"Nope,must be my ancestors doing an overtime protecting me.Hehe"
The people of the caravan were amazed that we survived the temple.I told the Afgan merchant,"Maybe next time don't believe grandma's tales without questioning."He said,"You showed me to question age told believes."
"You could have gotten the treasures had you gone faster.It was easy,"said I.[Dannyal was side-eyeing me cause of course I yelled why is it so hard a thousand times in the temple]
After a long journey,we reached Agra at last.Thank God there were no more troubles.It was a lot crowded than I expected.The capital after all.
But how are we gonna change the system?Did we forget it was just the beginning?