Fiction Once upon a time, not so very long ago, there was a kingdom. The King was very particular about law and order, discipline and cleanliness, uniformity and conformity, and so on. So he ordered that no one should criticise the administration overtly or covertly, explicitly or implicitly. He had soldiers and spies throughout the kingdom to catch anyone who disobeyed his orders. Divyanshu was arrested by one of those countless, nebulous officers. His crime was that he had painted a portrait of the King. In fact, the King looked more handsome and imposing in the portrait than he really was. The King was displeased by something about the portrait. Divyanshu was never told what it was that displeased the King. He thought he had made a magnificent portrait. He had placed in his prayer room along with his gods. But the King was angry. Without even seeing the portrait. Divyanshu was given the usual punishment. He was ordered to set up his own
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