Didn’t I tell you some thing will brew up in my head I will just have to write down here. So much for a break.
Well life has been busy.I knew it would be and hence the need to take a break from this luxuruy of mine called blogging.But I’ve lived so much life the past few days,that it got me thinking. About the story that I write.Each day of my life.
Remember when we were younger we wonder what it would be like to be 15 or 20.We write our little fairy tale.There are real people,aims and ambitions, needs and desires and some where a tiny precious place for some one special too. And then each day we live that fairy tale. I don’t know if things go plot by plot, but eventually you get where you intended to be.
I wanted to be a doctor.I wanted to live by myslelf. Have a dog and of course a prince charming who would sweep me off my feet. I’ve done most of the things that my story wanted my character to do.I even found love.Which is bizzare because I didn’t turn out a demure ballerina like I once thought I would be.But the story didn’t exactly have the ending I had dreamt of for my fairy tale.
Rumour has it other’s were writing their stories too, and some where our stories have got all mixed up.Each time I turned a new page I was hoping I was writing a brand new fairy tale. I was so wrong.The past chapters have a lot of weightage.I now realise I can turn a page start a new chapter, but I cannot rewrite my story. I turn each new leaf with the marks of all the past seasons on it.
I know prince charmings don’t exist.I wont be allowed to bring a dog into my parent’s home and I am not yet where I wanted my white coat to be. I am ok with that.Atleast I know I am still writing my story and I know some where other’s are writing my part in their stories too.
Who knows I might just about get that fairly tale ending I have always dreamed about after all.