The Honourable Love

"I've known you," a meek voice protruded from behind Bill, who held her grocery bag close to her almost nonexistent breasts.

Bill turned out, recognizing  the voice in an instant. Flashbacks of fine weather and horse riding ran through her, star struck mind. The Honorable, beautiful, green eyed Clarissa.

The weather was dull and the rain poured for hours. The droplets slid from her beautiful straight hair and ran down her spine, sending sparks up her body. She had found the person she had been looking for, for ages. Clarissa the Hon' Carter.

"Clarissa?" 

"Wilhelmina?" Clarissa's gentle voice resonated in her ears. "Bill. Call me Bill, Clarissa" Bill grinned. 

They hugged and shed tears for all the years lost.  After sixth year, they didn't exactly meet and hang around. Contact was lost between them and so with the others. Bill had no clue where Darrell or Sally were.  To look Clarissa in the eyes and hug her meant the world. But it would take some time for Bill to come out to Clarissa. How could she tell her that Clarissa was the only person she ever wanted in life?

"How many years has it been since you rode a horse?" Clarissa modestly asked. It has been years. Their horse school had gone to ruins because they were on a shortage of money and all the horses on the ranch were dying. It was a depressing time and Clarissa went away. She ran away from all the pressure her life put her through. But she did love Bill. 

"Quite a few years. I've never rode one since.." Bill paused and took a deep breath. She bent her head and looked distant.

"..since I went away. I'm so sorry Bill" Clarissa wept. 

"That's alright. I understand." Bill smiled, though all her smiles now seemed reserved. 

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Bill?" Clarissa asked, hesitant. 

"There is a person I love," Bill shrugged. 

"Oh, so lucky." Clarissa smiled.

"I would love her. I just don't know if she loved me back, Clarissa" Bill answered through tears. Her hands trembled a bit.

"I love you Bill. I do" Clarissa smiled. 

Bill smiled. Everything was better now. Horse riding once again started. The horse school became a huge success and Bill's nieces and nephews surrounded her, riding their little ponies.

"I'd build castles in the air for you, Clarissa. I'd break them for you. I'd catch wind in my hand for you and I'd let it seep through the pores of my body just like I'd let your passion sweep through me. I would tear apart Rapunzel's hair, just so that you would have no competition. I'd hunt down faeries for you and I'd trap a million fireflies, so that when I am not around, your life lights up. I would cross the seven seas on horseback for you. I would be your Prince. I would..if you would allow me"

First Post

Hey guys, I am Aurora from Aurora's Page. Well, the other day I was talking to my friend, bestie of sorts Anvita Dulluri from At the Quill's End... . She is an amazing blogger and writer. So the discussion that sprang up was "Our childhood books". And immediatly she said "Harry Potter". I am ashamed. Harry Potter wasn't my childhood, guys. But there were books better. Books that took my imagination to a level that I could never again step down. Books that filled my childhood with a joy that it could compare to nothing.

Basically, it started with Famous Five. I received the books from my elder brother and I was like "What a bunch load of crap!!" Anyway, during the summer holidays of my second class, I started reading and did I stop? No! You can't stop. That's how brilliant the books are. I loved Blyton so much, I insisted my sister on giving me her Malory Tower series and I ate the books. I finished each book in three days and I wanted more. It became an unquenchable thrist.

My father then being the awesome guy that he is, got me classics. The Hunch Back of Notre Dame (which by the way, the disney version? What the ...!?!) David Copperfield, Huckleberry Finn, Pollyanna, Anne of Green Gables, Tom Sawyer, A Tale of Two Cities etc. Though a few of them were heavy reads for a fourth class girl, I managed. I read them even now to grasp the essence.

Then entered my life, the awesome Nancy Drew and Goosebumps. They gave me the chills. I solved Nancy's adventures with her and shed tears at goosebumps.

Later I moved on to comics like Tarzan, Phantom, Batman, Justice League (Green Latern <3) Batman and Wonderwoman etc... My favorite comics, I still remember were Powerpuff Girls.

I then read Noddy(though I was quite old then) Secret Seven, St.Claires, Amelia Jane etc.

And then I grew up and moved on Harry Potter and Twilight and what not!

But the books that I read when I was young have always made a very very deep impact on me. They remain like scars on a warrior's chest. Wonderful, wonderful, blessed with brown pages.