I was abducted and left here by a witch.. when I was young.. Now I grew.. No sign of the witch.. though in so many years..I was all alone, isolated and separated from the normal ,human world..The trees, plants, the wind, the cold , the fireflies, the bugs, the insects, the grass, the violets, the weeds, the cactus, the snakes and other reptiles, sometimes the hyena.. were the only friends of mine.. the mountain top did have a den.. did it belong to the lion or the witch or the hyena.. somehow .. I learnt to survive in this isolated, bit horrid and scary face.. Life teaches us to survive..
One thing I remember though.. the person who rode the white horse . I think he was the witches horse care taker and right hand for the witch..now it is almost 18 years.. I forgot to think.. I forgot what life was.. I had become a person of the desert.. but why the memories of the horse and the jockey was not erased from my mind.. don't know..
One fine day.. I was standing below the tree.. it was very hot.. I was humming a tune in my mind.. along with the breeze ...and the insects giving BG.. of croak.. croak.. tukk.. tukk..and bukk..bukk.. and ichh .. ichh.. and titi..tiit...
The gazing wind ... the dancing dry grasses, the desert daffodils , doing their aerobics of twisting their hands and hips and kissing eachother, the lavenders.. trying to prick and fight.. I was waiting there to see my friend.. yes.. he was the dusk.. I always liked the sunset.. below the tree was a stone.. which was like a chair for me..
From nowhere he came.. he rode the white horse .. came galloping... he crossed the seven mountains ...and came... becase of the horses sneeze and the tuk tuk.. falloping sound.. I forget to see my friend .. but my ears were trying to eaves drop at the direction of the sound.. there he was.. like a warrior.. to save his queen .. fighting the day.. before it is dusk.. coming..
I was all curious , but scared too.. who was it.. was it the witch.. again. .do I need to go to hell.. what she will do with me..
No.. to my surprise.. he was not the witch.. he was.. the jockey.. who left me here.. but why he has come now after so many years.. to kill me.. no.. I will not let him do anything to me.. I have survived he droughts, the rain, the cold winter, the heavy summer and the blossoming spring.. when I survive and live alone.. I will face this guy alone.. I would rather die fighting then surrender..
HE CAME... he got down from his horse and came and kneeled in front of her.. Madam... Im sorry.. I was the one.. who put you here ..im really sorry.. I dint know who you were and what the witch had done..
I realised now .. and killed the witch.. I have come to take you back to the kingdom... She.. hey.. hey.. pl stop...im not coming anywhere..and I really need to think..
Here the question was the TRUST, HOPE AND FAITH, HAPPY FUTURE.. being a new one.. how does she.. believe this jokey.. They spend some time..She understands.. him and his nature..who and what he is ... is the short period enough to trust an outsider.. the question or the solution for It is.. a MOVE or a STEp ..A LEAP OR BLIND FAITH.. to move a head is what required... Again to know about the other person.. we have to keep our heart free for him to settle ..for rent or permanent owner.. time had to decide.. It will.. because..
all fairy tales.. HAVE A HAPPY ENDING.. AND AS THEY SAY.. THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER...
I started liking him..slowly loving him... Yes yes.. in this story there are no villains now.. but later they will come..
He did a unique proposal.. though.. for marrying me.. he collected some bunch of leaves, some lavenders and daffodils.. and finally there were those.. yes.. white but NOT THE white lillies.. They were YES.. YES.. they were the flowers of the OPUNTIA .. CACTUS... yes... many dint know that cactus to flowers.. yes do they..
Hey did fight with the long.. thorny Opuntia cactus plant though to get the white flowers..that to 21.. he made a boquet by himself.. he saw a snail nearby.. he knew he cant eat him...but apologised for hurting him.Snail to happily after hearing his story dint mind he was about to get hurt.. he was more than happy to serve the master.. as he will be with her permanently ... he took the snails house though.. the shell.. he embedded it self with a dead animals bone.. which was round in shape.. like a ring..
He did bring .. a dress made of peacock and other birds feathers.. it was color ful though.. their first date.. he was gonna propose.. he came to the hill top ..he saw her there.. it was now 2 hrs past sunset..it was midnight.. the fireflies.. were giving light.. the moon was full and the scenic was so superb.. the stars were coming out one by one.. the night insects giving.. crok.. crok .. sound as if it was singing .. a special song for the special one.. as if they were the chorus and singing for the opera.. the orchestra for his UNIQUE AND SPECIAL PROPOSAL - FOR ONE IN A MILLION..
Yes .. she was one in a million made for him.. who was also one in a million..
He proposed.. there on the hill top.. our TONGa DHANNO.. yes.. he was neigh-ing.. in happiness.. he went on his knees and gave his unique Opuntia flowers Bouquet, the ring made of Snail's Shell , big and unique.. and asked for her HAND..
SHE .. WAS HAPPY.. SURPRISED.. AND FULL OF GLEE.. HUGS.. AND HER PASSIONATE KISS..
Finally she saw something.. RED RED.. yes.. his hands were bleeding.. she inturn pricked herself from the nearby opuntia plant and promised to him with her blood.. that she will be his.. for ever..
Where all the beings.. closed their eyes.. not to see..
Finally.. he carried her .. in the horse and galloped to the kingdom.. her.. castle.. they reached..
They married.. they lived happily ever after.. naan.. some more twist..
I felt I was like the Cinderella.. like before 12 in the night I was the new gal who was dancing with the prince.. but when the clock struck 12.. I left the shoe and ran.. he came in search of me.. with the shoe.. I got my life back.. as the queen with my prince.. But my witch mother.. and her daughter's.. where Anastasia was good and the other rotten.. whatever said.. they are my sisters.. more like my own.. daughters..
So the question is now.. for my daughters.. X and Y .. will the father be the step father like my step mother.. or the gals, will they accept their step father as their own.. FATHER OR LOVER..
Dono... but one for sure.. I LOVE HIM AND HE LOVES ME.. SO.. NO BODY CAN SEPEARTE US..
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Anupamaa
