Part 1

The storm expended it's spate of fury in a burst of rain.

Marion clung to the tree, her cheek pressed against the wood waiting for the rain to cease. As she waited she fell to her favorite past time of 'pretending'. She pretended that every now and again, time would cease and everyone assumed their true form and fulfilled their true purpose. She liked to think that she was really a dryad, tending graceful birch trees in the day and dancing on some mysterious heath on Midsummer nights. Life was really just an interlude between flights of fancy.

The rain ceased and Marion slipped away between the trees back home. Home was a small apartment in Mumbai.

Though her body anchored her to the city, her heart was usually always to be found on Prince Edward Island in Canada. Ever since she has read 'Anne of Green Gables' at the age of 8, she had dreamed of living on P.E.I with it's Violet Vale and Dryad's Bubble and Lake of Shining Waters.

All this talk of dreaming, must have given you the impression that Marion is a child. But, no, Marion is really 21; though she'd been a little girl too long to have grown out of the habit completely. All this speaks volumes about her soul, but I can hear my reader wonder what she looks like!

No, she does not have auburn hair and dreamy green eyes with a rosebud mouth, but fluffy, untidy brown hair and dark brown eyes with a tiny beauty spot next to her mouth. You might walk past her without knowing who she was. Marion possesses no exceptional talents except one; and that is the power to love. Be it, her family, her friends, her pet birds, the tree outside her window, Marion loved them all with an intensity which always caused her heart to break every time change crept into her little world.

And that is where dreams fit in. Everything in Life is ephemeral; change alone is permanent. Dreams on the other hand belong to one and one only and hence, one must guard them jealously and keep them close. They are the only things that lie between hurt, despair and ultimately cynicism and eternal beauty. Marion lives on dreams, lives for turning them into reality. That is why her world is a thing of beauty and a joy forever.

In the next few posts I hope to make you better acquainted with Marion.