If the heart is a prism, it will reflect all feelings in myriad kaleidoscopic colours, right? But imagine the heart breaks, the prism breaks, but then don't the colours become multi-fold and reflect off so many glass smithereens, aren't the colours concentrated in one prism spread out into so many multitudes of colours in multiple small prisms. Well? How about that! Disperse!
In a strange world this is within the realm of possibilities that a thing that is broken has more power than a wholesome thing. Talk about, the breaking up of the atom.
There was a prince and a princess in the storybook. All had their story to tell. It was roses, thorns, and pelt. Now there was a witch from hell. She had the gall of a garrulous hellcat. She put everyone on an evil spell. Now the prince had to find that magic which will break all spells. So the prince went in search of a gift, a precious magical gift for the princess. He crossed lands, highlands, mountains, rivers, seas, space, air, planets, and searched the whole universe. He fought and slayed monsters, tamed demonic forces, trashed devils. What would be the best gift for my pretty princess, which would bring her back to life, which can put back the smile on my princess's face? He sought the help of great monks, prophets, seers...but then ended up not finding it. He was tired, lost, brown with dust. He returned a defeated man.
The princess meanwhile had lost all hope that the prince would return. She was on a hunger fast unto death. No one could make her understand the futility of hoping for something that is out-of-bounds to normal human beings. But then, who said, the princess was normal. She had a reservoir of strength. She was undefeated and untiring in her belief that the prince would return to her. Her victory lie in his return.
...and the prince did.
The smile on her lip and the glint in her eye on seeing him made the prince realize that what he was searching for was within his reach always, and that he failed to realize it when it was right before his eyes.
The story book shook up
the pictures tumbled out right in to the palm of the hand...
colours inked out like rivers...
and words walked on, on their song...
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