Fickle World

Once hip, now not….. Joy was the toast of the town just months ago, one of the most celebrated clubs around. A few months later, it was deserted like a barren land, shunned and shamed.

Apparently, Rebel, the old maiden of the town, was again the flavor of the month. People are flooding back to it, gushing about the music, the crowd and the feel……when strangely, it has never ever changed anything at all over the months.

And so it goes to show, in the shallow world of the glamour pussies and hunky dories, it is all about perceptions, appearance and impressions. Nothing that really matters matter all so often.

Totally thrown off-track by the turn of events, the princess decided to make her way to another old kid on the block around the vicinity , well-known for catering to nubile young but very unattractive crowds.

Astonishingly, this amazing pub stays packed crowded as if unaffected by the fierce cat-fighting around. It seems, night after night, the crowd comes back to the same place.

In a place so unfamiliar, the princess suddenly realized that everything and everyone has a place and time and, probably, that special someone meant for them even in this fickle world.

Minutes later, the princess steps out for a breather, knowing that she was never meant to be at May Be.

Out on the quiet road, looking up at the night sky lighted with stars, the princess has a strong feeling that she might find that someone meant for her soon.