Not everyone’s story begins with
“Once upon a time there was a princess…” and not everybody gets to have a “and
they lived happily ever after” for an ending. Most of us have confused
beginnings and terribly confused endings.
We’re those people who tumble out
of our beds, run after buses, trip over shoelaces, prefer messy buns over shiny
curls and find comfort in pyjamas.
I wake up to a groggy version of
myself every morning. I run late, I lie to my best friend about having left for
college while I’m texting from the bathroom (Yeah I do that), I spill milk over
myself more than just once a while, I curse at the liftman when he doesn’t wait
while I’m done tying my shoelaces, I forget my train pass and pay hefty fines
to TCs who seem to make a fortune out of me alone, I laugh shamelessly when my
best friend points out funny women in train compartment, gossip peps me up and
chaai warms my heart.
I’m the Girl Next Door who can go
unnoticed if not looked at closely enough.
In this world of glitz and
blinding glamour, it’s me and countless others like me who blend into the grey
walls of the world, giving the much deserved importance and attention to the
Glam Dolls and their Gucci’s .Who else should the spotlight be on, but them?
We’ve always believed that the
Fairy tales are rightfully patented by the patriarchs of Versace and Steve
Maddens… That Prince Charming’s white horse will trot right past you and stand
at the gates of the Royal Palace for the Princess to glide along the marble
staircase and be swept off her feet and ride into the sunset and of course,
live happily ever after.
Times changed. Scriptwriters
changed.
Prince Charming won’t necessarily
wear armor and trot on the Royal White Horse. He might just step out of a
White Car that owes its color to the choice of his Princess, who is in
reality, the Girl Next Door. These are the times when we get to pen our fairy
tales ourselves. The Girl Next Door is no competition to the Cheerleader Dolls
but she’s the one that won Prince Charming’s heart and got him hitched for
life.
I’m the Girl Next Door who got
her Prince Charming. I’m that girl who penned down her own happy story. I’m the
one who got to be his Princess and be swept off my feet and drive into the
sunset.
Not everyone gets “And they lived
happily ever after” for an ending. But I did. I got my fairy
tale ending.
All you need to do is believe.
Believe that somewhere, your Prince Charming is scheming ways to woo you, that
someday you will live happily ever after, that somehow you will a have a happy
ending. A perfect fairy tale ending.
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