His Princess

The first happy bloom of flowers under the sky that smells of spring ~ that first soar of a growing nestle, the time it spreads its wings ~ that first drop of heavenly water and the farmer begins to sing ~ an excited, young damsel who has just been offered a ring

 

   Such was the joy that swelled inside him. He could not have felt any better. His gleaming, crystal clear face radiated a smile as wide as Mr.Hickinbottom, his neighbour, and it could well be estimated from his expression that every word that’d fall from his mouth would be akin to Mr.Hickinbottom’s ever-so-happy dog’s joyous barks; if only it could speak.

   He stood outside the airport, waiting; waiting for his princess. As each minute ended, being thrown into nothingness, never to return, his hopes straightaway clung onto the next one. He was dying to catch a glimpse of her, dying to see how much his princess had transformed. Is she just as beautiful as she was back then? Or has she grown more beautiful? Is her voice just as mellifluous as it was? What about her hair? Is it still a perfect shade of lemon yellow? Or has it, by any chance, changed colour? Are her eyes still as big and shiny as-

“BOO!”

“Ahhhhhhh!”

“Goodness me, Daddy, that was nearly five inches above the ground! You broke your own record!”

“You scared the hell out of me, Darla! Whew.” He replied, panting.

“Oh Daddy...” Before he knew it, he was pulled in for a big, teddy bear hug. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Princess.” He said, his smile the broadest now, trying hard to stop those tears from rushing out. He couldn't have welcomed his Princess with those nasty, salty drops, could he?

“Look at you! What a fine young woman you’ve turned out to be; just like your Mom.” He exclaimed, letting go of her. Darla beamed.

“How’s Mom? And Peggy?”

“Fit and fine. They’re eagerly waiting for you at home.”

“And what about Mr.Hickinbottom? Do you still argue with him often?” She asked curiously.

“He’s fat and fine, as ever. I’m getting better in that regard, you know; my patience level is at an all time high.  But when that bloody ol’ chap makes his dog pee on the boundaries of my house, I can control no more.” He retorted, picking up her luggage. Darla chuckled.

“I bet you have loads to tell about your college life! Let us leave that for the long  car ride, shall we? We gotta get goin’ now or your mom’s going to bombard my phone with endless calls.” He said.

They got into the car and with his enthusiastic shout of “Let’s go!”, they set off. He went smiling all the way, smiling over the fact that his ears would have to take in a lot of blabber for the next fortnight.

 

Author's Note

"You don't have to marry a prince to be a princess when you're the daughter of a king."
Would love to hear your thoughts on this one!

Reviews

[AllauraRose]

This is a very good short story. At first you think it is about a man waiting for his girlfriend, because they have a long distance relationship. I loved the change of events. This is very well written and I can see the story as I read it. Amazing work!,

[Zoya]

So glad you liked it! Thanks much for the kind words :)

[Zephyr]

I felt very happy after reading this.
You painted a beautiful picture of a dad, full of love, waiting eagerly for his daughter. And the convo b/w them when they meet after a long time is so blissful. The fact that your words can make others happy proves you are a good writer. Great:)

[Zoya]

Thank you very much, Neetha! You are appreciated :)