...not so long ago, but really far away, there was a handsome magician who could do wonders with a computer, develop new applications for a company where he worked. He used to spend a lot of time reading faces on a book which was a magic port towards far away lands inhabited by gorgeous ladies from exotic countries. Once, in one of the pages of this book he found the smiling image of a lady clad in red. She had slanted eyes and very dark hair. He could not resist the impulse of sending her a message through the magic book. He had only to wait for her reply.
Meanwhile in another far away country, there was this teacher who lived with her daughter. She spent a lot of her spare time reading many kinds of books and one day, one of her former students who was very imbued into cyberspace launched her into the magical book of the many faces. Thalia, this girl, thought it was time for her teacher to meet someone worthy of her dreams, so she sent her an invite to meet new people. The teacher would browse the pages of this meeting point, until one day she saw a special smile among them. She was a bit incredulous but anyway she replied the message this handsome man from far away islands had sent her.
They started exchanging notes. Once, he sent her an invite to include her in his faces. Somehow they never posted comments on each other's walls. They would send private messages to their inboxes.
The teacher's life changed in many ways. She would run to check her inbox everyday after classes to see if there was a message from her handsome friend from the isles, there was one everyday -sweet, funy, interesting, always present. On the other hand, storms were rising. She had started a legal process to grant her daughter the money she deserved from her father, but somehow fate turned and it was decided on court that her daughter would receive all she needed only if she stayed with her father. Broken hearted she went home. It was now an empty home, divest of the laughter and voice of her daughter. She was surronded by only a big mass of solitude.
Suddenly, in the middle of this apparent darkness, light came in through the curtains and shone over the lap top. She rememebred her dear friend. She had been telling him through the messages all about the process and there was always a comforting message for her to make her survive. This was no exception. There was a message. There were the always kind and sweet words coming from the Angle-land. They fell into her soul like a soothing balsam. She thanked God for him, and him for his words.
Soon he suggested exchanging msn addresses and one day, almost by chance, they met on line. They barely chatted for fifteen minutes, but the teacher felt a great joy invaded her heart.
Each day that passed they grew closer. He told her about his life in short doses. He told her about his children who were very particular and whom he loved dearly. She told him about her daughter and about her dreams, about her strong desire to study in his land the legends and stories written by many people of times gone by. They would communicate which is not only talking but understanding. A great understanding could be felt between them. They loved playing with language --creating new words or making silly jokes that made them laugh heartily. This handosme magician was named after a great spy. And the teacher was named after an Italian actress.
Once again, he suggested her to get a camera so they could see each other. She thought it was fair. She delighted so much in him it was not fair he could not see her. It was December and she had money, she found the perfect camera and bought it. He told her her smile was for real and not a pose for pictures. He was the one who brought her smile out just by thinking of him, remembering his words. Life was beginning to be perfect. But one day...
No comments:
Post a Comment