Once the king dreamt of a beautiful palace. He made a public announcement: “If someone can make such a palace for me, I will give him a hundred thousand gold coins!” But no one had the courage to say so. A few days later, a very old man tottered into the king’s court. “I’ve been looted, Your Majesty,” wailed the old man. “Who looted you?” thundered the king. “Your Majesty! If you don’t take it as a personal affront, I will tell you.” “Yes, yes, I promise,” replied the king. “It’s you, sire,” said the old man, “Your Majesty! Last night, I’d dreamt that you’d come with your entourage of ministers and looted my entire life’s.”
“You are a fool!” roared the king, “How can you pretend that your dream is reality? Dreams are not true!” “But they are, Your Majesty! If your dream of a palace hanging in air can come true, why can’t my dream come true?” The king understood everything. The man was none other than Tenali Raman!
