Monday, August 19, 2013

The Princess and The Frog Prince ... Story Retold ...

She was born with a Silver Spoon ... In a large Palatial home ... To the Manor born was she ...


A background loaded with Colonial tales and British stiff upper lip upbringing. A princess to her Daddy ... A strict disciplinarian. She never saw the Outer World ... beyond the gates of their Grounds.

She would read books on the World Beyond ... Tales of Around the World in 80 days ... yet, she knew not what lay ahead.


One day, A crestfallen Mother took this Child out ... The Daddy was no more and the Princess no more a Princess. Mother and Daughter started living in a cottage by the Countryside... Mother went out looking for Work one day ... And, never returned. Some say, she ran away from her responsibility towards the Princess , some say she jumped off the cliff. The Little girl was taken in by a Wealthy relative who took pity on her. She went to the City with his Family.

She studied in a convent governed and run by Nuns. Under strict vigilance , all thoughts restricted; She grew up to be  a fine Lady. Then, One day the Wealthy Uncle too passed away. They branded her a Witch, the relatives, none ready to take her in... for misfortune followed anyone who kept her. The Nuns found her a job with a baker.


The Princess now a baker, would wake up each morning at 4 am set the oven on and bake the best of breads, baguettes, pastries and pies. The baker became rich on her talent. He was a good soul and a great person. He had a son, who was a paraplegic; He would always sit at the counter of the bakery and look at the girl work relentlessly day in and day out. He was head over heels in love with this beauty but was afraid to open up to her.



She always wondered , why the shy young man stared at her and when she looked he would turn his face away.

The Baker and his wife knew. But, they were helpless; How could they ask her to marry their Handicapped Son?

The Worried Baker one day fell very sick and on his death bed mustered the courage and asked the Girl if she would accept his son as her Husband. She looked at the Son and and the Kind old soul who had sheltered her in er trying times and said Yes. The baker heaved a sigh of relief and his soul escaped in that one moment. He was liberated.

The funeral over and done with ... The Baker's wife One day approached  the Girl and said 'I know you are bound by your promise to my late husband to marry my Son, but; i don't want you to marry him out of compulsion. you are free to lead your own life and marry anyone you feel like. " And, she hung her head low and walked away.

The next morning after the baking was done, the Girl went to the local church and met the Nuns. told them the whole story and asked them for their advice. the Principal Matron said,'Child, Follow your Heart. do what you feel is right."

The Girl came home smiling and hugged the Baker's wife and said ," Can I call you Mamma? I need a Mother , and a Man who would have eyes only for me; That man is your Son. Can I marry him Mamma?"
The Bakers wife was thrilled , the Son in the other room who had overheard it all ... burst into the room where the Girl was and stood up from his Wheel Chair and said , "Your love will cure me soon Dear. I Love you."

The Girl turned around and said," I have always loved you but I was afraid of loving you for I didn't want to lose you . who ever loved me left me, so I was afraid to lose you."

The next few days, saw a lot of festivities and the Girl in the meanwhile massaged  and therapeutically got the Young lover walking again all the miracle of love. Pure blessed love. She would bake the best of pastries and bread and became very famous.




They were married the next Spring and they all lived happily ever after. The curse that followed her from Childhood was lost forever.

The Princess and her Prince lived and baked and they say that the bread from their bakery has magical powers. It heals anyone who consumes it of any illness. They bake each loaf with love. The secret is LOVE.

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