When Sophie was all alone, she learned to talk with hats while weaving and decorating them.
When she felt it was enough and decided to voice for her wages, she was despised to the spell of Witch of Waste. And hereafter, Sophie's journey of fortune began!
Unlike Sophie, a city of lights and the moon decided to befriend me.
They never spellbound me ever. My saucepan never flew, and my gas burner never agreed to talk to me in its demonic crackling voice.

Unlike Sophie, I could never decide whether my journey of fortune has began? I never had an encounter with a witch or a wizard. I never seek out for glitters in my virgin life.
I had met very few people in my life, and after a moment I have lost all these people , I never had the fate meeting them again.
Unlike Sophie, no scarecrow was able to guide me, scare me, spy on me. Unlike her, no demon fire bargained with me to unbound the spell I am upon me, because I wasn't bounded to any spell, I wish so hard I was. Reality is perhaps the most depressing place ever. Here, no has their plenty of time to waste upon you. No one has the courage to throw tantrums on me, neither do I have the right to reckon upon any one.
"I am stinging with envy". I look up at the sky, implored, with an ardent to take me to the universe where drizzles are sweet and hedges are yellow.
Stars are sparkling and demons are snoring. !
© Prerana