I was a princess once !

When I was a little girl, not so long ago (ahem) I would quietly slip away from all, sit in a corner and day-dream. My mom would often chastise me on this habit of mine. Eyes half shut, my lips curved in half a smile-already anticipating glee, I would step into my dream room, full of greeting cards, stacked from bottom to the ceiling.

Colourful cards of butterflies , flowers, mickey/minne mouse, my favourite being the three dimensional ones that came from the gulf. Hours would pass by with me conjuring up minute details of my beautiful cards.

At other times I would be climbing the faraway tree, up the ladder into the 'land of goodies'. The roads paved of chocolate and benches of sponge cake, tarts and pastries growing on trees and my favourite five star chocolates to be plucked from low bushes. . I am sure Enid Blyton wouldnt mind this slight inclusion.

Sometimes, I would pamper myself with clothes. Boxes and boxes of beautiful skirts with frills, blouses with laces. Hats and shoes. I would be a little princess, my face and hair resembling some character in some fairy tale. My small world would brim over with happiness!

Now I have had my fill of cards and goodies, my wardrobe stacked with pretty clothes, I dream of a little girl who found happiness, crouched in a corner, just dreaming away.