Our Heroine part 3

The crush that takes deep root within our little heroine is not something she is in control of. She didn’t originate it. It sprang within one day when the tiniest peacock feather dropped from the sky to tickle her toes even when she was within her mother’s womb. Just as a seeker long, long ago caught a glimpse of the big toe of a maheeyan, our baby girl felt the touch of a peacock feather, so soft and sweet, she could not escape its call.
As she grew physically – my they grow fast when they are that small! – so too did the plant within her, nurtured by the artistic expression of an artistic soul. She was, after all, an incarnation of love, and an artist filled with love cannot be quelled. The expressions manifest in mud sculptures, powder paintings and ohhh! Her sweet music! Perhaps it is not necessary for one to pronounce or intone words correctly if the feeling behind those words is capable of obliterating the dam that holds back a mighty ocean. Only innocent children are capable of immersing themselves in that ocean of love. Children need never hold back from being overwhelmed by love. They are without any requirements; they needn’t factor in pain or problems, nor think maturely nor be responsible. There is no embarrassment at expressing that love in a laugh or a kiss or a generous hug. There is no coyness or fake modesty. There is only an outpouring of that emotion that makes us closer to the divine.
But I digress, lost in her music. Her crush is still just a crush, she is not yet enamoured.

We will see how she catches a glimpse of her love and will possess him, regardless of what the adult word thinks or says next post.
Stay tuned.