On her way to the shop, this 6 year old sweet little naughty princess was mugging up the list that her mother gave her. Tiny and flamboyant in her actions, smart and swift in her reactions; she kept wandering her eyes at every bits and pieces left over and every insignificant happening bothered her. Plunged in thoughts and plummet to the environment, she failed to notice things that fell on her way.

She treaded her next step; on her attempt to lift her other leg, she stumbled by a tiny little rock that was positioned by chance. With an uplift triggered by the stone, she challenged the gravitational force for a moment by throwing herself in a projectile path just like a trajectory. Unlike a trajectory (which brags too much of itself by working against Mother Nature’s gravitational influence on it, but eventually by the time it realizes that its power is incomparable to her, it humbly yields to the Supreme power), this little angel was undoubtedly unassuming as she knew she is obligated to be subservient to the compelling power of the Supreme authority.  For a moment, when this pretty lass lost contact with the ground, she borrowed a scintilla in the atmosphere to dwell in it for a while; a “for a while” which is assumed to be lesser than a second perhaps longer than a jiffy.

Her appealingly embroided fancy skirt surpassed her to fall in love with her exquisitely charming face by making her eyes hideous beneath it. She swayed her hand to brandish against it to make it stay away of her eyes. Her liberated eyes wandered around in fear capturing every remnant that lie aside. Face loaded with overwhelming fear, brain vehemently refusing to function and involuntary reflux puzzled to perpetrate any action knowing that her efforts would not be effective against the Mother Nature, she stayed frozen and motionless with the whole of herself on a sway.

When she realized it was time to yield to the Sovereign supremacy, she blindfolded her eyes with her supple fingers; a desperate attempt to cease her brain from knowing the whereabouts of her landing procedure, place and position. She opened her eyes to realize, she touched base with the ground via a goofed up bunch of straw which helped her enjoy a soft landing. She stood up and celebrated this mishap-turned event with a smile to a mile, twinkled her eyes with a sigh of relief, undone every bit of straw, checked if she is spick and span and started to proceed towards the shop recollecting her mother’s list.

“Thank you for your time & Have a great day”

Thursday, 13. May 2010 um 7:00 am Under the Category Beyond Imagination. Trackback.