She stood up with her hands on the parapet, gazing far away at the clouds that covered the sun as it was slowly descending to fall asleep in that land of dreams beyond the horizon. The birds were still crossing the sky in their last attempt to laugh before they would fall asleep in their nests.She was standing there in expectation of seeing those beautiful green feathered creatures that would fly by the balcony every evening. She could feel the gentle touch of the wind in her hair. The same hair that would hide all her thoughts and fears seemed much softer now, as if suddenly the warmth of the place and people around helped her to brush through it every evening as she kept her head on a pillow of dreams that suddenly began to fly out freely to create magic designs on the walls around.
It rained in the afternoon as she was standing in the middle of a busy street waiting for the bus that would take her to a place where dreams transform themselves to reality. Drops of rain on her face as she looked up to challenge the sun and discovered that a painting is awaiting her somewhere high up in the sky. A rainbow of smiles and peace... Even the sense of longing seemed to have faded in colour as she looked at the bright light around here.
She smiled gently at a thought of a rainbow that her mother used to make for her among the red poppy flowers and roses that she would water on warm summer's days.
She felt another sense of warmth recently. A child laid next to her and with every breath she could feel how this tiny life absorbs every thought of hers, every breath, every emotion. It wasn't even her child, but still she wished to keep that tiny creature in her arms and just be there in that warmth. It was a new feeling for her and suddenly she began to wonder if one day she might be able to pour herself into another tiny being, a sponge absorbing the world. What kind of the world would that be? What would be the colour of his or her eyes? Would there be somebody looking at her as her own belly would swell day after day? Would he put a hand on her belly and tell stories to both of them?
There once was a Rajkumari who could have had anything she wanted provided she would give up her own self to the orders of a king. But even when she was a little girl she would often lie down in her hammock somewhere between an old pear tree and a cherry tree and she would imagine that she was not a real child of her king father. She would pluck the cherries and keep them on her ears pretending that they are the most precious earrings that one could ever had, and she would dream of lands far far away beyond the horizon...
She was a strange Rajkumari who did not want to ride on a back of black shiny horse, she preferred her donkey instead. She even kissed one a night before as she saw him standing lost somewhere in the busy street. The sense of belonging that was lost and it was not easy to find it again.
As all Rajkumaris she once dreamed of meeting a Rajkumar, but you see, the XXI century stories make Rajkumars speak a lot about dreams they have and then run away to get themselves TVs and expensive mobile phones, which often leaves Rajkumaris laying down on a cold floor of a hospital bed needing expensive multiple open heart surgeries that can sometimes be dangerous for mental health. Anyways, this part of the story happened long long time ago, and our brave Rajkumari already managed to blow up some of the forts of the plastic troops with her tiny army of words...
So what happened to her then? Nothing special, you see, she was wise enough to know that simple things can have more value that those pretty shiny boxes that we see in the TV commercials, and so she packed her tiger and a few skirts (she was a girls after all, and all the girls want to feel pretty from time to time) and decided to go away in search of a strange colourful elf with crooked nose, rude manners and strange language of images that he would take out from his magic bag every now and then.
And then??????
And then Rajkumari pierced the elf with her magic spear and she fed him to the tiger... And they lived happily ever after in a tiny house among the green trees by the lake.
It rained in the afternoon as she was standing in the middle of a busy street waiting for the bus that would take her to a place where dreams transform themselves to reality. Drops of rain on her face as she looked up to challenge the sun and discovered that a painting is awaiting her somewhere high up in the sky. A rainbow of smiles and peace... Even the sense of longing seemed to have faded in colour as she looked at the bright light around here.
She smiled gently at a thought of a rainbow that her mother used to make for her among the red poppy flowers and roses that she would water on warm summer's days.
She felt another sense of warmth recently. A child laid next to her and with every breath she could feel how this tiny life absorbs every thought of hers, every breath, every emotion. It wasn't even her child, but still she wished to keep that tiny creature in her arms and just be there in that warmth. It was a new feeling for her and suddenly she began to wonder if one day she might be able to pour herself into another tiny being, a sponge absorbing the world. What kind of the world would that be? What would be the colour of his or her eyes? Would there be somebody looking at her as her own belly would swell day after day? Would he put a hand on her belly and tell stories to both of them?
There once was a Rajkumari who could have had anything she wanted provided she would give up her own self to the orders of a king. But even when she was a little girl she would often lie down in her hammock somewhere between an old pear tree and a cherry tree and she would imagine that she was not a real child of her king father. She would pluck the cherries and keep them on her ears pretending that they are the most precious earrings that one could ever had, and she would dream of lands far far away beyond the horizon...
She was a strange Rajkumari who did not want to ride on a back of black shiny horse, she preferred her donkey instead. She even kissed one a night before as she saw him standing lost somewhere in the busy street. The sense of belonging that was lost and it was not easy to find it again.
As all Rajkumaris she once dreamed of meeting a Rajkumar, but you see, the XXI century stories make Rajkumars speak a lot about dreams they have and then run away to get themselves TVs and expensive mobile phones, which often leaves Rajkumaris laying down on a cold floor of a hospital bed needing expensive multiple open heart surgeries that can sometimes be dangerous for mental health. Anyways, this part of the story happened long long time ago, and our brave Rajkumari already managed to blow up some of the forts of the plastic troops with her tiny army of words...
So what happened to her then? Nothing special, you see, she was wise enough to know that simple things can have more value that those pretty shiny boxes that we see in the TV commercials, and so she packed her tiger and a few skirts (she was a girls after all, and all the girls want to feel pretty from time to time) and decided to go away in search of a strange colourful elf with crooked nose, rude manners and strange language of images that he would take out from his magic bag every now and then.
And then??????
And then Rajkumari pierced the elf with her magic spear and she fed him to the tiger... And they lived happily ever after in a tiny house among the green trees by the lake.
