Paper Confetti Shower
Little Princess stood in front of the mirror, lost in the many turquoise threads of her beautiful dress. The sunlight dancing with the maroon sequins throwing colourful shadows on the wall, making her smile. It was The Paper Festival. A day she never once thought would arrive as beautiful as it did today.
Of course, no festival can happen overnight. Compromises were the order of the day and the strain of holding it together put an undue stress on Little Princess. Sleepless nights, restless lifetimes later, the dawn finally arrived. Back in Little Princess' kingdom preparations had begun for the big event almost a month earlier. Gifts arrived bearing the King's seal on chariots led by stallions and silk scrolls were sent by the dozen, their paths lit by fireflies. The Queen Mother never left anything to chance. She even made the Royal seamstress stitch the most beautiful dress in the entire kingdom and sent it across, much to the amusement of The Man.
As the big event approached, Little Princess stood by her window and looked out. Her longing eyes searching the bright blue skies for homing pigeons, messengers of The Everglades. She longed to read the poetry of Bunny, listen to the songs of Thrush and Nightingale, but none arrived.
Little Princess moved away from the window. Somewhere deep within she knew that window had closed long ago. Things changed ever since she moved to The Man's kingdom. As much as she longed to be the same, Father Time had different ideas. There were prizes to be won, kingdoms to rule, strategies to be made and when one danced with such matters of great import, remembering The Paper Festival was just a triviality that could be missed.
The Gong resounded through the corridors. Little Princess hurriedly gathered her flowing dress and rushed out for the feast. She took her seat and looked at him. A playful glint twinkled in The Man's eyes as he took in her beauty, accentuated in her new turquoise dress and bathed in the soft candle light. A small smile creased her lips. A new beginning was being scripted in the papers.
Of course, no festival can happen overnight. Compromises were the order of the day and the strain of holding it together put an undue stress on Little Princess. Sleepless nights, restless lifetimes later, the dawn finally arrived. Back in Little Princess' kingdom preparations had begun for the big event almost a month earlier. Gifts arrived bearing the King's seal on chariots led by stallions and silk scrolls were sent by the dozen, their paths lit by fireflies. The Queen Mother never left anything to chance. She even made the Royal seamstress stitch the most beautiful dress in the entire kingdom and sent it across, much to the amusement of The Man.
As the big event approached, Little Princess stood by her window and looked out. Her longing eyes searching the bright blue skies for homing pigeons, messengers of The Everglades. She longed to read the poetry of Bunny, listen to the songs of Thrush and Nightingale, but none arrived.
Little Princess moved away from the window. Somewhere deep within she knew that window had closed long ago. Things changed ever since she moved to The Man's kingdom. As much as she longed to be the same, Father Time had different ideas. There were prizes to be won, kingdoms to rule, strategies to be made and when one danced with such matters of great import, remembering The Paper Festival was just a triviality that could be missed.
The Gong resounded through the corridors. Little Princess hurriedly gathered her flowing dress and rushed out for the feast. She took her seat and looked at him. A playful glint twinkled in The Man's eyes as he took in her beauty, accentuated in her new turquoise dress and bathed in the soft candle light. A small smile creased her lips. A new beginning was being scripted in the papers.
posted by Kumari at 5:14 PM
7 Comments:
lovely! You have an excellent style of writing. Left a comment on your cooking blog...
oooh its too cute...
@Shankari: Welcome and Thanks :) Yes I did, I am racking my brains for more typical Nella recpes :)
@DG: Thankooooo :)
New beginnings also mean plenty of old memories to cherish, guide and treasure. They also are second chances to take a new swipe at life. Hope your having fun with your beginnings.
kumari, do you know how to make poricha kozhambu & ulutham paruppu satham? which part of nellai are you from, we are from a small village called chintamani near vasudevanallur
New beginnings are the bestest thing that were invented!
Oh and I have been told, that webstats thing is the culprit for pop-up's that annoyingly, err ummm pop up. So you may want to delete it and make the pop-u's go poof!
@Cacophoenix: Second chances indeed :) Yes I am!
@Shankari: your recipes are ready just that I have no time :(
@Soups: Thanks for the tip. and yeah, new beginnings better live upto their hype :p
@Deadpool: Thanks but Naah, me no midget :)
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