Wednesday, December 19, 2007

First flight.

So here I am ready to zip off into the blue and weave magic...but wait...

How did I know that I am Ylerna? Why didn't I retain my mortal name? That these thoughts suddenly flashed in my mind must be the effect of being in transition. I anyway always had a strong intuition. When you are an elf, maybe you become wiser in certain respects. That must be it! My intuition had sharpened to the point that it's no longer intuition but knowledge...

No wand in my hand. Just my wings and diminutive size to remind me that I am an elf. I flapped my wings. Would I be able to levitate on these? Too scared to try, I walked out through the still open door to the veranda. God, since when had my veranda become a vast pink plain? I trudged on looking at the magnolia pot in the courtyard, when suddenly my feet didn't touch earth and I fell. Well, as expected, intuitively, my wings took over and I was flying...EEK! I was flying!

Oh how exhilarating! I flew from the veranda to the magnolia bloom and dived straight in! I had always wondered how it'd be to be a bee and see the flowers from that point of view. And now, this was the moment that I actually felt like one. The heady smell enveloped my heightened senses and I was basking in that wonderful feeling.

Monday, December 10, 2007


Gits and I were very excited. It was Saturday, and the night was almost upon us. Anytime soon, the little folk would come. We ran indoors, and closed all the doors. You see, if the little folk spied us, there was no predicting what they would do! "Did you leave a blanket outside?" I asked Gits. "Oh yeah, just left the white duvet."

I peeped outside. Horrors! Grandma had left the front door ajar! I rushed out from my bedroom, which faced the veranda (and the front door) at a right angle...Too late! None of the faerie folk had used the milky white duvet for their party...but what was this? I saw a tiny man clad in green standing inside the hall. It was the leprechaun. I'd heard that he was the only one of his kind in our neighborhood, having traveled all the way from faraway Dublin (God knows why and how!). He'd seen our open front door and ventured indoors...totally unheard of...but hey! who out here in Imphal had ever opened their doors willingly to the little folk?

I followed the little guy in, on tiptoes. What was the use anyway? He was super sensitive and sensed me immediately! I was a little excited...was he gonna share some of his gold with me? What happened next was totally unexpected!

I heard a tinkling of bells, and light of all hues enveloped me. I saw myself-- shrinking progressively, until I was as tall as the leprechaun. Gits was nowhere to be seen. And what was this? I had sprouted wings-- they were thin and papery, like a dragonfly's, but broader, like a butterfly's. My newly sprouted wings all golden and silver, with shades of emerald, lapis lazuli, and rose, turned out to be quite strong. Before I knew it, I was flapping away and soaring...up, up, and superman (heh!) more a mortal Meitei girl in Imphal...but Ylerna, an elf, able to do magic...

And then I realized leprechauns don't share their gold. But who cares as long as you are a faerie yourself...heh!

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Sci-fi dream

Well...there we were, in the parking lot. It was a humid afternoon, and the sky was tinted orange. The thunderstorm had cleared a few minutes ago, and the sunlight seeped into the world through the gaps in the clouds, giving everything a strange hue...not unseen, nor unheard of before...

We were worried about the mud. Yeah, there were still patches of mud in spite of all the "progress" in turning all surfaces into concrete.

Tim came, and showed us the cars. Only three of them out there. On hindsight, I don't think that more than three could have been parked in that lot. But when you think of the scarcity of space in general, forget about parking space, you could say that Tim's parking lot was a luxury.

We turned to the cars. No car-locks. Strange...and they were all shaped liked the eighties' rendition of alien spacecraft, only, they were much sleeker. The prototype was an intelligent car that only recognised its owner. Tim said, "Try opening the front door." Jenny complied. We were shocked to see that the car had shrunk back, thanks to the magnetic locking system that just collapsed the car whenever someone tried to forcibly get in. No matter what, unless the owner punches in the secret code to 'inflate' the car back to shape, it was a piece of useless junk....It also could be programmed to set off an alarm. I made a mental note of that utility.

That wasn't all. Tim's company had managed to create them out of canvas! No, no, not the usual canvas that goes into the making of shoes and rucksacks, but special canvas...made from polymers of a secret element, each molecule of which could be programmed for different functions. The idea just boggled my mind. It was just like the fancy cars that you see in James Bond movies...but I bet that even Mr. Bond hadn't had the privilege of owning a car that could fit into a jeans pocket! Ooh, that was the most exciting part! It solved the problem of parking your car...if you want, you could carry it around in a bag, in a pocket...

The only glitch...your pockets could get soiled if you just drove in the mud...and Tim didn't have the answer to that...not yet.