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FAiRYTALE

Just heard the song "LOVE STORY" by taylor swift....the lyrics go this way....

"Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone,


I’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run


You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess...


It’s a love story, baby, just say yes


I got tired of waiting


Wondering if you were ever coming around


My faith in you was fading


When I met you on the outskirts of town


And I said



Romeo save me, I’ve been feeling so alone,


I keep waiting, for you but you never come,


Is this in my head, I don’t know what to think


He kneels to the ground and pulled out a ring and said




Marry me Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone,


I love you, and that’s all I really know,


I talked to your dad-you’ll pick the white dress,


It’s a love story, baby just say…yes…"


and it took me to the "once upon a time" tales of the prince and the princess...their love for each other and the struggle they had to undertake to be together in the end...

All im left wondering is that...do a rapunzel or a cindrella story really comes true???

every person has her own story.....her own fairytale scripted well ahead by GOD himself...
and in the end its always the beginning...... "...and the prince and the princess lives happily ever after..."

everyday my idea of love is changing...the pure love...
and i finally did get to witness "the true, pure love" ....
my great grandparents are here for a stay with us for a while... my great grandpa aged 91 and my great grandma aged 85... never observed an old couple so closely...they are the live examples...in these few days i got to see how much they care about each other....the way my granny gives my grandpa his medicines on time...the way he beams when he proudly says that he flourished as an individual after his marriage, the kind of support my granny gave to my grandpa.. its just so sweet...in the times when i saw people in "young love" fall apart from each other this retained my faith in my "wine love"(wine gets better by years)...

indeed snowhites and beauty-ies do exist in every heart...

And so....

the prince and the princes did live happily everafter....... :)

Comments

VIDULA said…
Hey!!this is again a heart touching post!!!this proves the saying tht love is jst IMMORTAL!!!after all love is not only about loving but also being loved!!!do keep writing AMU!!
April 14, 2009 at 11:47 AM
Karan said…
Omg Omg OMG...!!! I saw this song's video last night.. on Zee Cafe.. I had never heard Taylor Swift earlier.. and I loved the song..!!! Some Coincidence..!!

And what you have written is completely logical.. today we hear of so many ppl gettin in n out of 'love' at the drop of their hats..!! and it does shake our whole belief in the very concept of 'Love'... But I feel such 'love' is not actually love.. it is more of an infatuation which fades off very quickly.. mayb at times its not.. but I don't think it is right to let it shake our belief in love...

As you have mentioned.. we see examples of 'the prince and princess living happily evr after in our very own lives' ... Loved the way you have depicted the love of ur grandparents... it instantly reminded me of the bond of love and care between my grandparents... :) ...


PS - Its good to see that you are posting regularly now... :).. Keep it going... :) ... Also enable the followers gadget on the side...see my blog.. that ways you would be able keep a track and see when ppl update their blogs..
April 14, 2009 at 12:31 PM
aativas said…
very touching... keep on writing and sharing
April 14, 2009 at 1:59 PM
Unknown said…
i love this song.. we'd all like to believe that love is fairytale-like.. and the part that we see is.. its the "happily ever after" we DON'T see.. so in fact even though the road to love can be very "Cinderella".. it's TRUE LOVE and compromise that makes it "ever after"..
April 27, 2009 at 7:24 AM
Shachii said…
Hey Amruta,
This is beautiful! :) You write very well!! Really looking forward to reading more on this site!
Keep it up.. and all the best wishes!

Cheers!
July 27, 2009 at 5:19 PM
Rohann said…
dis is so swt...ajji-ajoba's love n affection for each othr... v nvr notice... bt their love is more deeper than 2day's so called love... :-)
February 23, 2010 at 11:08 PM
curtainz_fire said…
(soul is immortal)
So-called winds of love hit me inside-out,
I felt i was drown into welkin,
fountains of sorrows seemed to fade away with her every touch,
i wished my soul to be surrendered by her again and again,
my heart was relieved from shadows of lust,
it had to be all mortal with immortal love,
she left me in an unsolved conundrum,
the spaces between us were to remain longer,
she left from an earthly phase,
i know she still exists in a form,
i wait for thy call to leave an earthly phase to find the chastity again with you.
April 22, 2010 at 12:57 AM
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