The castle on the top of the hill, had kept her riveted for ages. She had heard stories about beautiful maidens being woo-ed by handsome princes, and taken there. She had waited for her knight-in-shining-armor, but he never came.
The valley in between was too difficult to be crossed. She was but a shepherdess, guarding her flock of sheep, and rushing back home to feed her physically challenged mother. Today, she stopped in her tracks on seeing a balloon-like thing in the sky.
“Please take me to the castle”, she implored, “I would like to live my own life now.”
Inspired by Sunday Strange Microfiction Challenge-2 by Jane Dougherty
Reena Saxena 
You picked up on the pleading gesture of her hand. I hope she gets her wish 🙂
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There is an Urdu word called ‘Hasrat’, which means a wish not likely to be fulfilled. The image personified that word.
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I admit, it isn’t likely she’ll achieve her dream, but there’s always hope 🙂
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