The Silent Anklets- Historical Fiction by Anu Shivaram Raja Vishnu Deva tossed again in his bed. He could not sleep; he could not even sit still. He had been miserable all day. He had cancelled all Royal engagements and had locked himself in his chambers. Even Pratapa Kumara, his trusted minister and childhood friend was denied entry and sent way from his chambers. Vishnu knew that Pratapa would be sitting in the corridor next to his bed chamber and would not leave the palace until he had seen him in person and ensured that his king was well. Vishnu was struggling with an incident he dared not mention to anyone. It was not a matter of the state he could discuss with his trusted courtiers; not a battle strategy that his generals could guide him on, he could not share it with anyone else in the world. He could not even bring himself to think about it again. He felt an unbearable pressure in his lungs and a huge suffocating lump in his throat. ‘God! make thi...