Flash fiction: Once upon a time…


Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who stayed alone in the palace and made friends with the pigeons, dogs, and cats. She would often speak to the wall and express her anguish on not finding a sensitive heart that would love her for she is and not her money. She waited throughout the long days and nights that become months and years. One day, she listened to her heart and took a brave step by transgressing all limits. She would chuck the royalty. The princess gave a slip to the guards and stepped out of the city, removing the expensive jewels, traveled in the second class compartment of trains, visited the villages and cities in India. She became a commoner, wearing humble jeans and tee. She saw poverty in the slums and witnessed violence of vile men and women. One day, lady luck shone on her and she met a man, with whom she fell in love. One night, they made mad love to each other, tearing each other’s clothes and stood naked, admiring the human flesh that was bare open like their souls intertwined together. He may not be the man that she would spend the rest of her life. But, at least, she spoke the language of the heart to a human being, touching his flesh, unlike the palace where Kings, Queens, and consorts are mere commodities who have forgotten the art to be human. In the palace that she left forever, everything has a price that takes the form of jewels, crowns, and power. She has nurtured the art of living like a human being, facing adversaries and counting her blessings. She often faces disappointment and heart breaks but at least, she breathes fresh air, is not suffocated or consumed by illusion. The princess that she was knows what it feels to be alive.

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17 thoughts on “Flash fiction: Once upon a time…

  1. All the riches in the world for that (fleeting moment of) freedom. I’d definitely take freedom. So what if you’re rich, if you can’t feel. Or, in keeping with an earlier discussion, get meds from the doctor to get you out of depression? Never asked for pills, even though I’m not judging the process. Then again, I only ever had the mild version. And that was already no picnic. When I think of some close friends in college, they had it really bad.

    • Freedom cannot be traded. It’s something I always believe in and often wonder on souls contented with luxuries. But, at what cost? No, you are not judging. I also suffer from mild depression but I am on an improvement. Didn’t consult doctors but practice meditation. Agree, we should practice the art of being calm and composed. Glad to read your views on the same.

      • Same here. When I look at what my friends went through, and are still going through, mine is just a very mild annoyance. I keep forgetting about meditation, but it always helps. And yes, too many people think material riches are everything. Money is necessary to live. And it does affect your state of mind and mental health, but freedom is too precious to be thrown away so lightly.

      • It’s a habit for me as well to forget meditation but helps to live in the Now. I am not practical and do not belong to those who say that money is not important. It’s a necessary evil. Fund our expenses, sponsor that travel, medical, insurance or that iphone. But freedom way more important and there should be a balance.

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