The Happy Princess and The Fair Knight

Once upon a time there lived a happy princess. She was as happy as she could be. She did not belong to the royal blood but she was entitled as happy princess as she possessed the immense treasure of happiness which she had acquired by helping others. She was as helpful as she could ever be. She used to give a piece of her golden heart to everybody who came to seek her help. And every time she gave a piece of her heart to help anybody, she used to light a candle.

One day a merchant who faced a loss in his business, came to seek her help. She gave a piece of her golden heart to the merchant. The merchant sold the piece of the princess’ heart and made good fortune. That night The Happy Princess lit a beautiful candle.

Another day, a lover who had been ditched in love came to seek help from The Happy Princess. The Happy Princess gave him a bigger piece of her golden heart. The lover bowed to her, sang songs of her praises and left. The Happy Princess lit another bigger candle that night. But she felt a big hollow in her heart.

Day after day, people kept coming and The Happy Princess gleefully gave each of them a piece of her golden heart. But with her every act of help, the hollow of her heart grew bigger and bigger. And the hollow made her weaker and weaker.

One day, a man came to seek her help. The Happy Princess gladly put her hand to seek a piece of her heart and give it to the man. But Alas! No piece of her golden heart remained in her chest. There was a big hollow instead. The Happy Princess regretted over her being unable to help the man. The man left in deep sorrow and disappointment.

The Happy Princess couldn't sustain the disappointment caused to the man due to her inability of being helpful. She collapsed as the hollow had made her weaker.

Soon, the incident spread among the people and they learnt that The Happy Princess could not help anybody anymore. Disappointment spread and they wondered who would help them now onwards. Very soon the disappointment crossed the limits and people started accusing The Happy Princess for being unwilling to help anybody.

“What if she lost her heart? She could peel her skin off and still help people by offering it to them? And why skin only? She could even help people by her eyes, hair and every ounce of flesh she possessed. But she is too haughty and callous to be willing to help anybody.”

Very soon The Happy Princess became The Callous Princess as she could not fulfill people’s expectations. She was too weak to peel off her skin or take out her eyes or cut her hair herself. She simple lied in her bed waiting for death. Nobody visited her.

The Fair Knight was still unaware of the fate of The Happy Princess and he had ascended to her house to seek her help. He was badly injured in a recent war and hoped that The Happy Princess would help her. By the time he ascended to her town, he came to know about her ‘callousness’ and ‘unwillingness’ to help anybody.

He listened patiently to the people without uttering a word.

Once the night fell, he slowly went to The Happy Princess’ house and found it doomed in darkness. He slowly went to her room and found her lying in her bed and pale with fragility.

When The Happy Princess saw him, she said, “I am too weak to do anything. Please take that dagger and peel off my skin. And help yourself. I am sorry, you are my guest but I cannot attend you.”

The Fair Knight said, “I have not come here to take anything from you. I have come here to share something.”

The Happy Princess was surprised to hear those words. For all long her life, people had visited her to take something from her. And they didn’t even value that. Even her helpfulness was taken for granted and she was loaded with expectations. She was termed callous when she grew too weak to help. For the first time, somebody had come to ‘share’ something from her. She wondered what was up to!

The Fair Knight picked up the dagger and pierced his chest with it. He cut his heart in two and took out a half out of his chest. He put that half in the hollow of The Happy Princess’s ribs. As soon as he placed it there, The Happy Princess came back to life and The Fair Knight’s wounds healed.

Both of them looked at each other with sheer happiness. The Fair Knight bowed on his knees and asked for The Happy Princess’ consent to share his life with her. The Happy Princess smiled and gave her consent. Together, the pair left the town and got married later.

They didn't have the perfect hearts but together, they were COMPLETE!

- written By Sneha Gupta

 [Copyright © Sneha Gupta]

Dedicated To Anvesha Thomas... The lady who converted her dream-bungalow into a girls' hostel...

Every moment of my life...
I give you, I want you
To dwell into my heartbeat
Forever...

Come and live in my eyes,
In my breath, in my soul
Be a part of my life
Forever...

Love... is meant...
For the moments we spent...
Together... Forever...
Forever...

Dreams... we share...
For each other we care...
I love you, you love me
Forever...

And those who say you are no more
They don't know you live in
My heart and my soul
Forever....

You see through my eyes...
And smile in
My heart-beat...
You will remain alive in my soul...
Forever...
And ever...

- Written by Sneha Gupta for Anvesha Thomas. The lady whose Captain didn't die. He is just unable to keep his promise of coming back. Her dream home now becomes a girls' hostel.

My never-ending Journey....

The moments when I leave my office to walk on foot, happen to be the best moments of my day. My hands dug deep in my jacket and my purse bouncing around my shoulder hardly deviate the concentration of my eyes which continuously count my own steps. I guess, I love to walk too slowly. May be, somewhere in my mind, it tickles that I have to get overbusy once again, as soon as I reach home. 

Besides, I love to walk slowly. Pondering over each step and measuring every inch my foot tends to cover. I feel that it gives me immense pleasure to cover the distance on foot. Walking carelessly, is only one thing in which I can indulge myself in carelessness only if the roads are empty. 

Walking or better wandering aimlessly is my dream. Few moments free of care, when I would be just me. I would be calm and peaceful and roam around.... without any intention.... without any expectation.... I would just roam and roam.... without caring for anybody.... or even myself.... Roaming aimlessly is something I wish to do.... or better say yearn to do...

I feel I never myself in a hurry of reaching somewhere whenever I think of roaming. I guess, my desire of destination died long ago.... Now, I have started enjoying the never-ending ways.... I have fallen in love with the ways which keep me trapped in a labyrinth always.... 


I can feel.... My desire for a destination has died already, and I love the ways even more when I know that I have to walk all alone here....

Beauty of BLACK....

Of my long Delhi stay, what accompanied me from there was only this bracelet. The black heart bracelet! Nothing else in whole Delhi could alter my attraction or allure me to get it bought. When I was purchasing it, my cousin asked me, "Is your favorite colour black?" I was a bit amazed and questioned back, "How do you know?" "Well," he replied, "Easy to guess. Black blazer, black sandles, black bag and now black bracelet." I laughed and said that I love crimson colour also. Especially the colour of clotted blood attracts me a lot. 

The bracelet costs below 100/-. But when I looked at it, I knew I have to get it. However, I hardly got it on my wrist. I love to gaze it. Gaze it endlessly. It is extremely beautiful. The shine on the heart-shaped black stone is stunning. Even more stunning than the white beads surrounding it. There were actually two bracelets. The other was white. But I hardly noticed that one. Once my eyes got fixed on it, I couldn’t alter my attention. The reason was the black heart inside.

I know I am not that impossible as people call me. It is just my likes are different. Not pre-set or pre-defined. It is just the pre-defined rules fall false on me. And so I appear odd. May be! Whatever! I never found any reason for pink to be my favourite colour. It has always been black. And it will be. No matter if it throws me away from the crowd. I was never a part of the crowd either.

Why I love the colour black so much is a question I come across so often. And I never tried to find out the answer. It is just the way it is. Black has always fascinated me. I love the dark effect prevailing behind. Black has no limit. It is the ultimate colour. Once anything turns black, it remains black forever. Black is consistent. It never changes. White can turn black. But no colour in the world can ever destroy black colour itself. Black is prominent. Black is eternal. Black is the real definition. The soothing effect the colour black brings is unique in the world. Black defines darkness. Darkness is stiffness. Stiffness is consistency. Consistency is obstinacy. Obstinacy is possession. Possession is obsession. And obsession is everything. I am obsessed for the colour black. Even when I purchase diaries, I prefer to the black cover. Black covered books attract me a lot. Whole range of my hairclips is black in colour. Black is imperfect. And imperfection is my obsession.

I don’t know why there is so much hypocrisy in the name of perfection. I hate the idealist masks which hide the cruel hypocrite faces.

Yes, I am impossible! As impossible as any girl could ever be! I have no regrets for that. I know my life is not going to shower flowers on me. Lord Krishna made me realize the fact at very young age that my life will never bring miracles for me. But that day, I promised myself that my life would be miraculous. I promised myself happiness. Yes I am ziddi. And I love myself for that. The more complication life brings, the crueler I turn out to be. The more stiff and complex I become, the easier life goes….

Loving my way.... This is what love means to me...

Love is a genuine feeling only for those people who are mature enough to dare for it and care for it. Love never comes to those who haven’t become mature enough in their life. Sadly, in today’s life-style it is hard to find such a person who is mature enough to deserve love.

Love never happens for temporary things like beautiful face or personality or wealth. The everlasting feeling of love always looks for permanent and strong things like nature, ideas, thoughts, views, gesture and behavior.

Love is like a co-valent bond. There is nothing like ‘give’ or ‘take’ in love. It is all about sharing. Like carbon and hydrogen share electrons in co-valent bond, lovers share feelings, care, trust, commitment and life. Where there is anything like give or take as in the ionic bond of Sodium Chloride where Sodium always gives and Chlorine always takes, it cannot be love. Because, one day the person who is in the habit of giving might become proud for making all contributions and the person who always takes might feel guilty of doing nothing at all. There could be another situation like the ultimate giver may get irritated and the ultimate taker starts taking it for granted. Love is, however, to be valued. And value is in sharing. Love is all about sharing.

Love always happens to people alike each other. The theory of ‘opposite attracts’ works well for friendship. But for love, the ultimate theory of ‘birds of same feather flock together’ works. The relationship which grows on the theory of opposite attracts, more or less meets an end. In my opinion, love flourishes when the lovers share good understanding. And understanding comes when the two actually feel each other’s feelings. It can happen only when both of them have gone through similar phases of life. It is quite unreasonable to expect a person sweet by nature, to understand the toughness one bears in his/her persona. Though both of them could be mature, it becomes really hard to maintain such a relation which counts more on differences than the similarities. Mostly people like that very instinct in anybody’s nature which they don’t have in themselves. But such a relation can count well on friendship, not on love. Love flourishes between people who are similar because such a relation develops and goes easy on understanding.

Love adjusts not compromises. If there are a lot of compromises, then certainly it is not love.

Love never makes one feel guilty. If you feel guilty for loving someone, then certainly there is some hidden selfishness in this relation. Or maybe, you know that you are not the right person for him/her. Better, you let it go.

Love never weakens. Love is a powerful feeling. It always strengthens the lovers. It gives them the courage to fight the odds and get a way which suits everybody. Love is like a flamboyant river-stream which finds its own way, cutting all the rocks coming in the way and finding a way through all the obstacles. And what makes it more miraculous that even after going against the rocks; it makes them more meaningful than before.

Love never destroys. Love has the power of construction which creates trust, faith, care and commitment.

Love never makes you feel ashamed. If you are afraid of accepting it in front of anybody, then certainly you are not in love. Truth is, the moment you fall in love, you actually rise in life.

Love gives the strength to confront life more enthusiastically and joyously.

Love makes life beautiful.

There are no people like boyfriends or girlfriends in the world of love. There are just lovers who care for their love.

Love is not a thing of timepass. Those who try to pass time with such a genuine feeling like love, are actually destroyed by its chastity and mostly remain unloved all throughout their life.

There is only one desire in love - to make the other happy and feel special. Love just counts. It happens unexpected but stays forever.

There is nothing like show-off in love. It is just the surplus amount of happiness which gets reflected itself.

Love is very precious and comes only to those who are capable enough to value it and care for it. It never goes to those who try to play with it or make fun of it. Love never goes to kids or immature people who cannot hold it.

Only mature, truthful and honest people are blessed with love in life.

A successful marriage does not count on its being love marriage or arrange marriage. It simply depends on the two people involved. Be it any kind of marriage, its success always counts on love. It is just a myth that arranged marriages are more successful. It is only that arranged marriages mostly happen on the family’s will. It may at times be full of compromises and sufferings and sacrifices. But since the parents do not get their children married on the basis of feelings, they seem a petty issue for them. However, such a condition simply leads to depression and destruction. Similarly, just a love marriage cannot guarantee success if the people aren’t mature enough to value and care for relations. There is actually nothing like love marriage or arranged marriage at all. In the former, you find your life-partner before your parents do and in the latter; your parents find your life-partner before you do. Whether you’ll live a happy life or not simply depends on your maturity. It is quite a foolishness to destroy one’s life just in the name of sacrifice for parents. If your parents are unable to understand your feelings, then it simply means that you didn’t maintain such a healthy relation with your parents which is called a mutual bond. And if you find that the person your parents chose is right, your love story starts at that very instinct leading you to a love marriage. Similarly, the moment you find a person whom you find alike, who understands you and completes you, you yourself discover the ways to appease your parents which leads you to a happy arranged marriage. It all depends on finding the right person who could make you complete. And the ability to figure out the right person comes by maturity. Maturity comes by responsibilities and life-experiences. Responsibilities and life-experiences second a self-made person. People are self-made by struggles. Struggles give the experiences of life. And those who experience life, value love in every ways. Self-made people do not rely on external reasons. They become mature enough to make their life beautiful on their own. And they know that the key to a beautiful life is love.

Love means falling for the same person every new day for a new reason always a new way…

There is also a bit of intense insanity in love. Because if it is not insane, it is not love…

Concluding,

Love is a genuine feeling only for those people who are mature enough to dare for it and care for it…

Ultimate Desire

Beautiful to just reside,

In some place at countryside

A jungle full of dry leaves

Soundless whimpers which receives

Pondering over the mountain grass

Let the wind flawless pass

Dipping hand in the country stream

Endless let the clouds scream

Drowsy evening warm to get

Spectrum horizon red sunset

Luminous stars and the sky so dark

Bright moonlight and the twinkling spark

Silent calm soothing night

Wooden cottage candle light

Away the world and the wants

Pains heartbreaks all enchants

Away the hypocrite mass

Just a life and solitary merry lass…