“Let’s open a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and pour out our lives, let’s make it colourful!”
Hey, buddies! Where are your wineglasses? Don’t be shy! Come on!
Heute back ich, morgen brau ich,
übermorgen hol ich der Königin ihr Kind;
ach, wie gut, dass niemand weiß,
dass ich Rumpelstilzchen heiß!
My mysterious Ukrainian friend wrote those lines to me a few days back, when I told her that I like to call myself Rumpelstiltskin. I don’t speak German, so I had to whip out J.A.R.V.I.S. (my phone) and puzzle out the translation. I could guess what those lines would be, but I like solving puzzles and this to me was nothing less. I read the lines out smiling to myself.
Fairy tales always take me back to a cozy and peaceful place in time; curled up in bed with my dad or mum reading from a big book of tales. Then ever so slowly the sandman would come riding on moonbeams and take me away to Neverland. Story telling is an art, and my parents will…
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