The oaken glow of the morning sun told the king that it was a special day. The king chose to inspect his treasury, to find out how much wealth he has stored over the years. The heavy iron vault unwontedly gave way to his push and revealed itself to his owner. The king was in for a surprise. The valuables he thought to be his treasures were all absent. All he found were pieces of blood stained pieces of relationships, old parched scrolls holding some strands of memories, some broken handshakes, some cold hugs, and ruins of his past. The king felt like a pauper. Is this all he has treasured? Are these all he felt proud of?

He searched frantically through his ruins. And then he notices the black sooty box sitting atop the farthest corner. With pain and despair in mind, he opened the box. He was in for a surprised. It had a heart inside. It was a pulsating, vibrant, alive. He gently took it out in his palm. The room filled in its warm glow. The king realized it was love, his last treasure. The last piece of wealth he had. He had a plan; he decided to barter it with one who required it most and get what he needs, his treasures.

He went out, searched for the needy soul, and as an expert salesman, he handed it out. He was waiting for his reward, but the only thing he was offered a real smile of content. Is this what he wanted? Is it worth taking? He thought of throwing it off. He gave his last love, and had nothing now; he thought “the king is finally a pauper now!” The he noticed the golden lace the smile had, he found he was also getting a few diamond teardrops, and a piece of heart made of ruby. He was thrilled. He didn’t get his love back, but what he got was more than he bargained. He opened the box to store them, and was more surprised to see another piece of heart has taken its place. He realized he has the boon of endless love. He realized, as many times he chooses to give out his love, he will have more.

He started his journey back to his treasury to store his newfound wealth, and on his way back, gifted his love a few time more. Every time collecting the invaluable pieces of faith, wishes, smiles, tear drops of joy and innocence. But he never noticed that with every step the trail he left were garlanded with life, with green, red and blue, with laughter, joy and passion. When he returned, his memories were back alive; the parchments were singing their merry melodies. The relationships were blooming red petals of affection; the hugs and handshakes were waiting for him, to rid him of all his tiredness.