…after which there was Sunshine, Daisies and everything in between!

She gurgled a baby chuckle; he looked at her, pride brimming in his eyes. There she was, all tiny and beautiful. She was his princess; his kingdom now had a new born – Princess Cynthia!

Bringing up Cynthia was what the king would term as one of the most pleasurable tasks ever! And it wasn’t quite early that Cynthia emerged to be a reasonable and just princess. Confined in a palace all the time rendered her lonely at times. Horse riding lessons were something she cherished and looked forward to having each time. It was when she felt one with nature, galloping amidst the brooks, across the woods, through the sprawling green grass on her favorite horse, Anemos! Anemos was all graceful swift and white, while he rambled on, while the wind blew through Cynthia’s hair.

A usual routine, they stopped by the crowded market. She just loved the place…besides the entire crowd and the noise; she saw love among her subjects. Standing there, Cynthia felt like a yellow cloth of silk billowing in the breeze. Yet, there was something that made her feel good about the place, and she watched on. Anemos broke her out of her reverie as he turned around and the wind blew into her face again. It was time for the next routine, and they rambled away to good ol’ grandma. There was something about that ramshackle house grandma stayed in, which imbibed a sense of belonging…and all of it felt fresh out of a fable she had read. Ol’ Grandma stayed with her young grandson - an epitome of gentlemanly behavior. There were a million times that she had had to shake herself out of usual reverie, whilst watching him work in such perfect harmony with his wife and ol’ grandma; times when everything seemed so much easier to Cynthia. For a moment she was so close...and now, back in the real World, she was far away again!

It was now time for the customary soup, and his wife served it to her. Each time, each time she drank the soup, she could feel the presence of love in the bow of soup; oh it was so perfect, the perfect blend of everything nice, all in a bowl of utmost care! The lamps lit, they sat round the old table and drank the soup amidst merriment and laughter. The clock struck for the next hour, as though to remind the royal blood in her of her duties and responsibilities as a princess…and it was time to leave again!