Realisation came only after a long, long time. The mischievous moon was peeping at me through the window and laughing in her sleeve. I blushed. His Majesty lifted my chin up and said, ‘How would it be if at the time of the wedding the bride blushed on seeing the priestess?’ I said, ‘Renowned poets have in the past imagined the moon in different forms, but I am not aware of her having been made a priestess yet !’ His Majesty said, ‘For ages now, love marriages like yours and mine have been celebrated with her alone as witness. She is truly the priestess of lovers!’
