May 4, 2010

Like there's no tomorrow...

Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. She was meek and unsure, and cared too much. She loved little green plants, dark woods, tame animals and eccentric knick knacks she'd find here and there. She smiled a lot, cried even more and talked to plants and the creatures in the woods. She had an ear for soulful music and loved books that spoke of magic and love. It was difficult for her to imagine hatred, for she didn't know the language. She'd been at the door a lot of times, but could never find the key. Like the little girl who'd tumbled down the rabbit hole, she'd explored some. But it wasn't enough.

The problem with her was, she was scared. Scared of the dark, and the deep blue. Scared because she loved these with a passion she couldn't really define. She had a gypsy's soul. Which made it very difficult for her to stay rooted. And though she'd been taught to stay within her limits, she yearned to get out of the familiar. Hurl herself into the deep unknown.

Familiarity was strangling her. And yet, she did not break free. The insipid days were suffocating her slowly and surely. She was waiting, for someone to push her forward. To tell her that she had to leap. And not look before she did it. Sometimes she had weird dreams. Of water and music. She tried to decipher them, unsuccessfully. All her dreams gave her this strange sense of deja vu. Like she'd been in those places before. It worried her no end, and as she spent her desolate afternoons alone, she wondered if there was an answer. Or was her existence pointless?

The stars spoke to her, of lands they could see. And she wondered when she'd get out of herself and visit those lands. One night, as she stood by the cliff and watched a lonely gull in the moonlight, she made up her mind. It was time. And so, she plunged. Into the unknown.

They never saw her again. But on moonlit nights, lone travelers adventurous enough to climb up the cliff see a figure riding a dolphin. And sometimes, the rider and the dolphin leap so high, that they form a magical silhouette against the moon.

P.S: My pesky brat of a sister reads this and tells me to Get a Life!

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