She drew pictures of her prince, and wrote stories to bring him to life. To her, he was a real person, but to everyone else, he was joke. No one ever believed he would ever come. But when she closed her eyes, he was the only person who removed all her sorrows. To her, he was as real as any one in her life.
As she sat in her chair watching him approach her, a big smile crept up on her face. He stood in front of her and stretched out his hand, offering her to take it, and as she took it, she stood up with no trouble at all. With her prince holding her up, every step she took was light as a feather. They danced together gracefully, feeling the freedom in their steps. They danced as if they were the only two in the world.
As they kept on dancing, they never looked away from each other. His bright green eyes glistened as he smiled at her, and her big brown eyes were filled up with the tears of joy. It was a moment she never wanted to wake up from. That's why she kept drawing him and that's why he was always in her stories. And every time she did so, she remembered the song they sang together while they danced. She remembered his soothing voice singing the words "Jaaneman chupke chupke, Sari duniya se chupke. Tumne aisi baat kahe dil mera kho gaya."
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My Short Stories
Short StoryThese short stories were written for a Creative Writing Challenge that takes place weekly at a centre for ABI (Acquired Brain Injury) clients. These stories could be ideas for bigger stories that I may write in the future, but for now, I hope you en...
