December 22. “Button, I want to begin drafting a story I plan to give my younger daughter on her birthday. Her birthday is coming up.”
“The 21st of next month: Am I right? And why do you want to do it so much in advance?”
“I don’t like doing things at the last minute. The story I have in mind is about this beautiful princess who gives up smoking to save her kingdom. You get the hint, don’t you?”
“I do. This is the 4th story we are writing together and I am thrilled.”
THE PRINCESS OF ISHIKA
Off the coast of Male in the waters of the Indian Ocean was a tiny island not inked on any map. It was called Ishika and had all of 100 inhabitants. The island was named after the beautiful princess who lived there.
Ishika was convinced that if there was a place called paradise, it was here. The island was surrounded on all sides by crystal blue water and had every tree one could think of. The sand on the beach was a sparkling white and clouds came down so low that one could actually reach up and touch them. B
Ishika lived a fairy-tale life. She woke up every morning at 11 and after drinking a cup of nectar collected fresh from the nectar plant, would saunter down to the water’s edge. She would sit there on the shore and speak with the fish that bobbed up and down in the waters—How are you doing, crab? Is everything all right in your life? Are you happy? Hey you, prawn, come here and show me your fangs. How is life treating you?
Crab would respond by telling her that she was well and that these moments with her gave her all the happiness in the world. Every kind of marine life was her friend. B
Ishika swam, dived to the bottom of the ocean, sunbathed, ate fruits freshly plucked from trees every day and lived a dream life.
At around 1, the princess would break for lunch. B
Lunch consisted of a table piled with all kinds of fruit conceivable.
“Button, I am going to sleep. Didn’t sleep too well last night. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight. We’ll continue with our story tomorrow.”