world · Day 161 · Week 23
The Cup Mira Drank
Week twenty-three, and your body is teaching the small one a quiet, world-changing thing — that one can receive what life hands over without losing oneself in the receiving. Tonight's story is about that quiet hand.
Whatever comes from the One I love is sweet. The cup does not decide that. I do.
In the dry, gold country of Mewar, in a palace that looked out over a lake the colour of the evening sky, there lived a princess named Mira.
She had been married, when she was very young, to the prince of Mewar. She had not chosen the marriage. The marriage had been arranged the way most royal marriages were, with horses and trumpets and signed papers.