And then one of the three witches took a sneak peek through the window and mumbled :
“Then what happened Dadi ?”
Asked Priya, a four year girl in a sweet, innocent but inquisitive voice .
“Then what happened..!! ” Said grandma, while fictionalising the further story ,but nothing seemed to come out of her mind .
“I'll tell you tomorrow what happened next .!” she answered and kissed her on her forehead and said
“its already too late priya , sleep now! Good night my angel..”
“good night ,dadi !” priya said .
Dadi thought she slept and went to her room .
But Priya .... Priya wasn't fully persuaded by grandma's excuse. She wasn't asleep ,nor was she dreaming.
infact she started fabricating her own story of Prince and a Princess ,from where her grandma left.
Grandma's angel ! This is what she use to call her . Her eyes were black ,neither soulless nor lifeless . Instead they were like two pristine stones of onyx yet as serene as a morning dew ...don't know what her curious eyes kept looking for , don't know which story did her eyes wanted to see complete . Her cheeks were like huge cotton balls with pink blush dusted on it . Her tiny lips which used to kiss everyone who ever asked for it ! And obviously her walnut sized brain full of stories and dreams ..
She was an angel indeed!
Finally tired of fabricating the incomplete story , she fell asleep.
“on the day when the sky would seem endless with the millions of stars like beacons of hope for all the lost souls of the world and...
bathed in the light of sun, the moon would seem magnificent than even the stars around .
A giant savage green sea swell would seem to transfer all of it's energy back to the universe,
and lord Indra would throw a flash of forked lightning and a great clap of thunder will come close upon each other, and
a curtain of rain would beat down from the heaven...
yes! On that day ...
that very day a prince will be born to fulfill the promise he made to his princess ...”
Then..!? “Then what happened Dadi ?”
Asked Priya, a four year girl in a sweet, innocent but inquisitive voice .
“Then what happened..!! ” Said grandma, while fictionalising the further story ,but nothing seemed to come out of her mind .
“I'll tell you tomorrow what happened next .!” she answered and kissed her on her forehead and said
“its already too late priya , sleep now! Good night my angel..”
“good night ,dadi !” priya said .
Dadi thought she slept and went to her room .
But Priya .... Priya wasn't fully persuaded by grandma's excuse. She wasn't asleep ,nor was she dreaming.
infact she started fabricating her own story of Prince and a Princess ,from where her grandma left.
Grandma's angel ! This is what she use to call her . Her eyes were black ,neither soulless nor lifeless . Instead they were like two pristine stones of onyx yet as serene as a morning dew ...don't know what her curious eyes kept looking for , don't know which story did her eyes wanted to see complete . Her cheeks were like huge cotton balls with pink blush dusted on it . Her tiny lips which used to kiss everyone who ever asked for it ! And obviously her walnut sized brain full of stories and dreams ..
She was an angel indeed!
Finally tired of fabricating the incomplete story , she fell asleep.
