IS IT OVER MR EMPORER?

IS IT OVER MR EMPEROR? 

It was the 1700s. To be specific, the end of the 1700s. 1799 to be precise.  The King of a place lay on his deathbed. To be fair, he never had his fair share of war. His reign was more of a period of what historians call "A stable growth period". Because, unlike his father, who expanded the empire or unlike his son, who will expand the empire to its greatest strength. Uniting the Southern coast to the western mountains. 

The King's ministers surrounded him. The Emperor himself didn't know who his employees were and who weren't. Think of it like the modern corporate structure. The Founder or the CEO only knows a handful of people personally. The big MnC employees are just new faces he sees every day (I would have said He/she, but we are talking about a King, so please don't kill me). So he could recognise just the people who formed his first circle around his bed, and also his family. 

The palace was full of people. No one cared about the Emperor; if the Emperor walked alongside them right now, they would not even recognise him. Everyone, what we call right now was following an Instagram trend where instead of stories on Instagram, they wanted to tell the actual stories, well, their versions and the stories in which some might even go on and tell their coming generations that the Emperor was holding their hands when he died. 

In all this, the Emperor was in a dilemma as his midlife crisis was happening at the end of his life. His ministers announced the other families from across the Empire that had come to pay their respects. For him, the crisis was that they were literally the exact same number who came for his father's death. Not a family less, not a family more. At the young age of 81, he realised that he had added no new land to the empire. He totally forgot the fact that he lived for 81 years, where the average age of an Emperor was, I don't know, maybe 50. He called his prime minister and asked

"Did anyone ever come to assassinate me?"

His minister replied, confused

"No, my Lord"

The Emperor replied

"Oh"

Out of nowhere, a boy not older than 14 was pushing people and running towards the Emperor. A few people fell. Oh, the Emperor didn't care; those people fell in front of him, but he ignored them. But the boy broke a beautiful statue made of gold. This caught the Emperor's eye. He had an anger towards the boy, but the boy was still coming towards him. The Emperor's guards almost caught him and were about to hit him outside his room, but he thought that this would be the glorious plot of assassination that would take him out. So he allowed the boy to come in, thinking he was the next Julius Caesar. The historians started portraying the boy as you can assume an intern. The best intern who is going to kill the CEO in the greatest assassination plot attempt.

The boy reached the Emperor. The Emperor was ready to die. Everyone was ready to capture this moment, and the boy asked 

"Is it over, Mr Emperor?"

The Emperor was confused and asked

"What?"

The boy asked 

"My father died yesterday, and no one came to see him. His room was not lit up, so he died at night, and we didn't know until morning that he had died. He didn't have this wealth so that other people could care for him and be a part of his death. So is it over, Mr Emperor? Just like my father, your life is going to be over, Mr Emperor, but why are he and you so different? He also didn't fight any war. He also didn't cause any trouble to anyone around him. He also didn't interfere with things. So why did he die in the silence of the night, and for you, it is the grandest of nights this Empire has ever seen?"

DHWANIT MADRASI