When they say a girl is another girl's greatest enemy, they forget to mention the royal wives sitting in the common courtyard of the Zanana Khana on a summer afternoon, adorning each other's hair with small jasmine flowers their handmaidens collected from the royal gardens. They forget to tell you about the unnamed wives who cared not for earning favour from the king rather cared for the family they got in the form of his other wives.
I'd like to imagine these women sending each other a part of the presents sent to them by an envoy of a foreign land. I'd like to imagine them doing last minute checks for each other before one of them leaves to visit her parents for the first time as a bride. I'd like to imagine them sending each other quirky letters in a secret language only they understand. I like to imagine them as sisters, as best friends, as a family rather than rivals in marriage.














