Tangents & Pieces [On Hold]

Prolouge

"Life is not oh-so-wonderful for everyone, my dear."

That's what my grandma always told me when I was a kid.

But being the stubborn girl I am, I would not accept it and would keep on telling her how perfect the life of the people in the TV and the books and also the people in our neighbourhood seemed to be.

But she would just chuckle and say, "If it's perfect then it's not real."

And just like always, I would pout and exclaim, "Granny!!"

Then, with a glint in her amber eyes, so like my own but a few shades darker, she would pat me in the head and say, "You'll realize it later, my dear. If it's perfect then it's not real."

I would just sigh and say, " Whatever you say, Granny ", even though I didn't agree with her.

Then she would smile again and continue knitting, sitting in a wooden chair, out in the backyard of her cottage or near the warm fireplace when the weather was cooler.

I would continue exploring her exotic little cottage and play with Tommy, the dog.

But at some point of time, as the day ended, my Mom would come fetch me.

Then I would give my grandma a kiss on her cheek - and Tommy, a hug - and bid her goodbye until next time and she would say, " Au revoir, ma petite Noelin. Tommy and I shall be waiting for you. "

I would giggle and wave at her and then trot off happily to my Mom, inquiring her about the next time I would visit and she would reply, "Soon."

Then we would get in the car and drive towards home, with me looking forward to my next visit.

Back then, life was simple and pleasant and almost perfect. But as I grew older and time flew, my grandma's words came back to me.

If it's perfect then it's not real.

And I came to realise how true those words were.