Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who stayed alone in the palace and made friends with the pigeons, dogs, and cats. She would often speak to the wall and express her anguish on not finding a sensitive heart that would love her for she is and not her money. She waited throughout the long days and nights that become months and years. One day, she listened to her heart and took a brave step by transgressing all limits. She would chuck the royalty. The princess gave a slip to the guards and stepped out of the city, removing the expensive jewels, traveled in the second class compartment of trains, visited the villages and cities in India. She became a commoner, wearing humble jeans and tee. She saw poverty in the slums and witnessed violence of vile men and women. One day, lady luck shone on her and she met a man, with whom she fell in love. One night, they made mad love to each other, tearing each other’s clothes and stood naked, admiring the human flesh that was bare open like their souls intertwined together. He may not be the man that she would spend the rest of her life. But, at least, she spoke the language of the heart to a human being, touching his flesh, unlike the palace where Kings, Queens, and consorts are mere commodities who have forgotten the art to be human. In the palace that she left forever, everything has a price that takes the form of jewels, crowns, and power. She has nurtured the art of living like a human being, facing adversaries and counting her blessings. She often faces disappointment and heart breaks but at least, she breathes fresh air, is not suffocated or consumed by illusion. The princess that she was knows what it feels to be alive.