By Shanti Kaur
The late seventeenth century was a brutal time in India. The world had the noose of the Kali Yuga around its neck, the age of darkness, and it was pinching deeply. It was a time when sitting next to someone of a higher rank could mean death. Dozens of common people could be seized at the whim of a local ruler, their blood fed to the emperor’s hounds. This was the existence in Bharat. The price of life was cheap, and in matters of life and death, there was no court of appeal.






