It was very cool and pleasant summer night. A faint breeze came whispering now and then, talking to leaves around. The sound that emerged out in this placid surroundings was that of River Yamuna.
Akbar and Birbal sat on vast stretch of palace patio overlooking their kingdom on one side and river Yamuna on the other. Akbar often came to the palace terrace on nights when breeze floated around spreading scents of season's flowers all around.
Akbar and Birbal walked around imbibing the mystic pleasure of cool breeze. Now and then they would talk and laugh about. It was during one such instance, Akbar's attention went towards the sound of River Yamuna. He found it musing and asked Birbal, "I wonder, when the weather is so pleasing why this river Yamuna is crying so loudly?", chuckled Akbar.
As always Birbal replied with spontaneity, " My Majesty, young girls cry when they are married and leave their father's house".
Akbar wrinkled, "For sure, but how is a girl's marriage related to Yamuna's crying?"
Now Birbal collected his shoulders, and with a muted smile said, "My Majesty, this river Yamuna leaves her father's home Himalayas far up behind to marry the sea. This makes her cry so loudly".
Hearing Birbal's humours reply Akbar busted into a hearty laughter. Birbal laughed out too. After sometime they returned to the palace.
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