“Serendipity simply stands for a happy accident. Serendipity is the need of the hour. Serendipity is what the human race needs.”
Consumed in a world, detached from substantiality,
I owe it to my devoted generosity towards the fantasy.
Such was my maneuver when I went about prevailing,
almost succeeding was my plot, only until the next stop.
The shut of the door, the wave of her saree, alas, a baby,
pink little shoes, tiny little bow, and a nudge from her mum.
That was all it took for her to slide her way across to me,
instinctive riddance of weapons of the 21st Century, I did.
Took myself by surprise, I am still certainly very much alive.
Begins the story, where she asks me for a story, How could I not?
A tilt of her head to the left, a momentary dimple, much misprized.
Harry Potter meets Snow White, Rapunzel wins the Hunger Games,
such were my stories, all very misconstrued, yet adored, I believe.
Right when Cinderella gets to wear her leather jacket, I hear her mum say,
“She loved her sister very much”, but, unnoticed were the glistening tears.
As little Aditi waved goodbye to my dismal, I was left to wonder the tense,
the tense, the tone and the relief in her statement, as well a wave of wonder.
Consumed in a world detached from substantiality I still closely bore,
but now I owe it to my devoted generosity towards fantasy and more.