Once one of the world’s greatest Emperors fell in love with a village girl. The girl was homely, good and sweet; yet she was light years away from the Emperor in terms of looks and stature.
The Emperor wanted to send a love letter to her. He had a million messengers at his beck and call. He could have sent the best poet in the world, who could have composed an epic on Him. Or could have sent the world’s finest dancer. Or the best scholar. Or the greatest Warrior.