The Would-Be Writer

There was once a princess, in a far away land. While she may   not have been the prettiest of them all, or the wittiest of them all, she was the happiest of them all. Her mind was full of happy thoughts and big ideas on life. Little did she know that while she was a princess in her own castle, she was nothing but a regular child in the outside world. She was not aware of how her little kingdom was in danger of being shattered. And shatter it did, not once not twice but many many times. Over time, the princess began to realize her ideas of life and love and happiness were nothing but a sham built in her mind. Every time her world shattered, it hurt a little more, and bit in a little deep. However, she never stopped believing, never stopped believing that it would always be alright. She loved with all her heart, and soul. While many deemed her crazy for doing so in the bad bad world they lived in. she never really admitted defeat. She fell, once, twice, many many times. Infa...

It's said that anything that goes down in history, everything which is written about, talked about ages after it has happened; is the simple act of immotarlising that thing. I think that it's true what they say. But how does someone know that talking about something again and again won't ruin the actual feel of the event?  Does talking and thinking about something full the exhilaration felt in rethinking simple moments? As I listen to a very old song mundiya to Bach ke rahi amazing oldie RDB, I realize that the feeling we get from memories don't go away. Honestly!! The sweetness of hearing that first I love you. The amazing thrill of holding hands for the first time, it doesn't go away.  At this very minute I'm reliving my most poignant moment; hearing that I love you I had been waiting patiently for. For a second I had forgotten to answer worrying 'the person'. But I couldn't help it!! Honestly, I fell quite savoring those three words like my life d...