This n That
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived, in an enchanted castle, a prince who was cursed to be a beast till he found in his heart, to be in love and be loved in return. Far away from that kingdom, in a little provincial French town, lived a girl who spent her days with her hair in a simple knot, her feet in dainty black shoes and her nose buried in books, and dreamt of adventures, of far away lands and of Beanstalks and ogres. They were as different as they ever could be and yet, in the hands of destiny, their paths crossed and both learnt to look beyond the obvious – to transcend the apparent, and find in kind eyes, gentle smiles and silent tears, the dreams and desires, the hopes and joys, the love and affection that hides in all of us.
Against all odds, they came together, to be bound in love – Beauty and the Beast. And as they loved and grew in friendship and affection; as they learnt to love and loved to learn more about each other, the iron chains of enchantment slowly gave way and they were united, the cursed prince and the bookish belle, in love that lasts for happily ever after, into the sunset and beyond.
And in that age old tale where the tune is as old as time, the song as old as rhyme, there resides a fount of hope, love and butterflies in the chest. Surely it is strange for a twenty six year old man to watch animated characters out of a fairy tale of old, and to weep and smile and stare in the space as the music plays. Surely, it is wrong for an adult to look at a children’s tale in pastel colours and learn to live, love and hope. Surely, it is not usual for a rational grown up to think in fairy tales and see his life in strokes of fantasy. And yet, strange, wrong or unusual as it might be, there was a ninety minute of losing who I am, of forgetting the way things are; There was an hour and a half of losing myself and becoming a child, and yet weeping in adult tears, as I saw Disney’s Beauty and the Beast last night. For the span of those trickling minutes I was everyone and none at the same time and in the middle of the night, stared at the sky that peeks into my window to search for Pinocchio stars of hope.
It might be irrational and you might laugh. But tonight, when I sleep I shall make a wish and hope that eyelashes, like gleeful dandelions will float to fairyland and make the wish come true. This is not about chasing rainbows and conjuring unicorns. It is not about wishing and creating life in dreams and running away from reality. This is about faith. Because when all else fails, faith keeps us going. And I have faith that good things happen to good people. And I am not too bad. So here goes…
Star light, Star Bright
The First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
That my wish shall come true tonight.
*blows gently and close my eyes*
Show me dreams but don’t wake me too harshly. Tread gently, it might be my dreams that you are stepping on.
Against all odds, they came together, to be bound in love – Beauty and the Beast. And as they loved and grew in friendship and affection; as they learnt to love and loved to learn more about each other, the iron chains of enchantment slowly gave way and they were united, the cursed prince and the bookish belle, in love that lasts for happily ever after, into the sunset and beyond.
And in that age old tale where the tune is as old as time, the song as old as rhyme, there resides a fount of hope, love and butterflies in the chest. Surely it is strange for a twenty six year old man to watch animated characters out of a fairy tale of old, and to weep and smile and stare in the space as the music plays. Surely, it is wrong for an adult to look at a children’s tale in pastel colours and learn to live, love and hope. Surely, it is not usual for a rational grown up to think in fairy tales and see his life in strokes of fantasy. And yet, strange, wrong or unusual as it might be, there was a ninety minute of losing who I am, of forgetting the way things are; There was an hour and a half of losing myself and becoming a child, and yet weeping in adult tears, as I saw Disney’s Beauty and the Beast last night. For the span of those trickling minutes I was everyone and none at the same time and in the middle of the night, stared at the sky that peeks into my window to search for Pinocchio stars of hope.
It might be irrational and you might laugh. But tonight, when I sleep I shall make a wish and hope that eyelashes, like gleeful dandelions will float to fairyland and make the wish come true. This is not about chasing rainbows and conjuring unicorns. It is not about wishing and creating life in dreams and running away from reality. This is about faith. Because when all else fails, faith keeps us going. And I have faith that good things happen to good people. And I am not too bad. So here goes…
Star light, Star Bright
The First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
That my wish shall come true tonight.
*blows gently and close my eyes*
Show me dreams but don’t wake me too harshly. Tread gently, it might be my dreams that you are stepping on.
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