For a very very long time I thought little fairies lived in mushroom houses and colorful flower villas.
As a child I have spent many days trying to see these ethereal creatures sitting on the dewy petals with their glass slipper-clad feet dangling from the edges of the soft petals. Till I actually began to see them vividly in my mind's eyes. (Yup that was always a complaint against me -I lived in a world of my own making -still do i guess).
I don't remember when my fascination with fairies and flowers began -but they were a huge part of my childhood years.
If I allow myself, even today, I can vividly recollect those images and the fairy world that I had created and wanted to be a part of.
Spirally stairs, up the mushroom stem, leading to the main living quarters of the fairies - a beautiful magical place in the umbrella top of the mushrooms. Little round sky windows dotting the mushroom dome through which one could see the world inhabited by humans and their ugly homes (ha!)
AND then there were the flowers.I thought beautiful young fairies lived here -the fairy villas. And the flowerbeds were also their playground or so I thought, where the fairies came out to play and shop (for whatever the fairies usually shopped for -star dust, dew drop pearls etc)
This was their fairy disney land. Where they would slide down the giant petals, with their silver wings flying behind them, into the maze in the flower-centre....or just go for a leisurely walk in the soft petal-park or even fly from one dazzling flower to the other....it was a world that I had created in my head.
A world that I felt absolutely happy in. A world that I still retreat to whenever I miss the child in me -for the child in us never grows up and never dies. I believe it is the child in us that keeps the adult in us alive.
This particular flower reminded me of my childhood fairies and fantasies -ethereal, beautiful and magical.My secret place to retreat to when the pressures of the adult world becomes a tad too difficult. :)
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