Finding Far-far-away.
This post has been long overdue. It feels great to be home- ink dipped in faith of what's yet to come. "Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us dragons can be beaten." - Neil Gaiman, paraphrasing G.K. Chesterton. I love fairytales. A love that consumes all of me, perhaps even bordering on obsession. Of all stories, I like them best. And if you happen to know me in reality, you'd know exactly what I'm talking about (and have tolerated/enjoyed my many Disney one-woman-shows). Simply put, they've cast a spell on me that doesn't have or need a cure. To many, this may seem immature or childish or weird and I've had my fair share of "Aren't you too old for-?" questions. I don't really mind. For there is no feeling that I would ever choose over the magic and hope you feel coursing through your veins when the shoe fits Cinderella or when Sleeping Beauty awakens or w...