The fairy tale of my life is coming to it's end, line by line, word by word.
He is a hero, no story teller could afford to imagine. He was always beyond imagination of the wildest of imaginations. He seemed ordinary like you and me. Nothing of him suggested that he'd be beyond our comprehension. Even the script as it was unfolding looked too simple. Only when you looked back at it from a point, you'd have noticed what an incredible journey you were on, along with him. Suddenly, we were at loss of words.
Alas! Everything is fun only till it's fun. Once the fun ceased, he became ordinary for us. Wasting no time, we were asking for his head. We didn't realize how our very own reaction towards him answers one of the ever eluding questions we've had of him. "How can anyone be so loved and still not take it to his head?" Like salty waters, ours was salty love for him. He swam across the oceans of our love and survived, but what you and I conveniently forgot is, how tired and thirsty he could be.
Luckily, time is doing a big brother here. It's been telling him, "Enough of play! Get back and take rest." Slowly, but surely, he'd be leaving.
So, as the fairy tale of my life is coming to and end, all I can wish and hope and pray is that the ending should be no different from the norms, that he should live happily ever after. Amen!
He is a hero, no story teller could afford to imagine. He was always beyond imagination of the wildest of imaginations. He seemed ordinary like you and me. Nothing of him suggested that he'd be beyond our comprehension. Even the script as it was unfolding looked too simple. Only when you looked back at it from a point, you'd have noticed what an incredible journey you were on, along with him. Suddenly, we were at loss of words.
Alas! Everything is fun only till it's fun. Once the fun ceased, he became ordinary for us. Wasting no time, we were asking for his head. We didn't realize how our very own reaction towards him answers one of the ever eluding questions we've had of him. "How can anyone be so loved and still not take it to his head?" Like salty waters, ours was salty love for him. He swam across the oceans of our love and survived, but what you and I conveniently forgot is, how tired and thirsty he could be.
Luckily, time is doing a big brother here. It's been telling him, "Enough of play! Get back and take rest." Slowly, but surely, he'd be leaving.
So, as the fairy tale of my life is coming to and end, all I can wish and hope and pray is that the ending should be no different from the norms, that he should live happily ever after. Amen!
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