They said the dreams were impossible. They said he was mad. To even think it can all be done. He sat thinking over his last peace treaty. His ultimate plan. The map in front of him. The Mughal had an army of 20000; his army was only 8000. What will he do? Hearing footsteps, he closes the maps. And forces a smile at her. She places down his glass of milk and eyes the half-folded map. He starts with a sigh, " I don't know, Ajabde. All my life, I have lived in war. I fail to give my children a secure life. Should we surrender or keep the fight on?" She smiled. Her best friend. Her soulmate. Was the father now in a dilemma? Her children were at stake. She said very calmly," What about the other children all over the land who see you as a father? Will you give away their freedom?" He stares at her, mesmerised. " We chose this life, Ranaji. In the storms lies our battle, and in the storms lies our victory. Don't you know that?" He smiled, opening the map again. Time to act on some guerrilla tactics.
~ Suranya