Queen Postomani quietly sobbed herself to sleep. Every morning, she woke up with red, puffy eyes and unhappy thoughts bouncing around in her mind.
You see, before her reign, Postomani was a beautiful maid and lived an honest life. And while Queen Postomani was still quite beautiful, she grew ugly on the inside...........
One day, Postomani was performing her daily chores when a stranger knocked on the door.
She answered, “Hello. What may I do for you today, good sir?”
“I was hoping that I might rest in your home for the day. That is, if it isn’t too much trouble,” the fellow responded.
“Please, come in. May I get you anything?” Postomani graciously waved the handsome man inside.
“A seat will be plenty. What is your name? Pardon me for my straightforwardness, but I must know because your beauty is so abundant,” said the man.
Postomani was quiet. She knew this man was of wealth and power by the way he carried himself. And she, a lowly maid in comparison. Yet, she desired more. It didn’t help that this man was astoundingly attractive.
“Well, your father must have been royal. You’re too striking to be otherwise!” the man exclaimed.
‘Yes! My father was a king, but a tiger ate him. And my mother died giving birth to me,” Postomani lied.
As soon as the words parted from her mouth, she regretted them. It was as if her filter completely disappeared!
“You will fall in love with the palace. Come with me. Be my queen!” the king requested.
Postomani wed the king and followed him to the palace. As every day passed by, the lie grew larger inside of her and made her inner beauty wither.
She could take the pain no longer. Postomani ran into the forest to the Rishi and asked for a wish.
“Oh, dear Rishi. Please grant me one wish!” Postomani wept.
“Child, what is it? What bothers you so harshly?” the Rishi comforted.
“Please. I have let poison seep from my lips. To the king, of all people! I deceived him and I need to pay for my injustice. I wish to be turned into a mouse. So small and lonely that I may not harm another,” Postomani pleaded.
The Rishi, who was kind and understanding, granted the queen’s desire. He allowed her to live in his shack and they kept each other company.
Many years passed by and Postomani occasionally found herself missing the palace. One day, she decided to visit the king. She ventured through the forest and reached its edge to find the vast, royal garden.
If only I could find a higher spot so that I might peer into the king’s window.
That’s when Postomani saw the well.
Perfect!
She hopped onto the well and climbed to the top. She could just barely see into the window as she reached the ledge. Postomani stood on her two hind legs and strained her neck in attempt to get a glimpse of the king. Her paw slipped and she tumbled down into the deep well to find her death lying at the bottom.
Ten years later, the king strolled through the garden and stumbled upon an interesting growth.
What an unusual sight to see! A willow tree sprouting from a well.
Bibliography
“The Origin of Opium” by Rev. Lal Behari Day, from Folk-Tales of Bengal (1912). Web Source: Internet Archive