Once upon a time, was a little girl, a very little girl, named Cinderella.
She was also a very beautiful girl and everyone who saw her, was amazed by her beauty.
Cinderella’s father was clerk of the lower state. With the sweat of his brow, he got his ‘bread and butter’ by taking the bread out of the mouths of those who refused to pay their taxes. The father worshipped Cinderella and took her to the best hip-hop shows in town.
Cinderella turned out to be a starlet. She went on stage wearing short skirts and with her head held high. She lived her childhood like an adult. Cinderella’s life was one glittering, bright and colourful show.
Until, that day when one of the men who refused to pay taxes shot Cinderella’s father. He called his wife to his death bed. She was his second wife. In numbers that is. He asked her to look after Cinderella and raise her as her own daughter. Shortly after, he died.
The stepmother, as stepmothers often do, forced Cinderella to do all the housework. To top it all up, the stepmother kept pigeons that she used to send messages to her lovers. Cinderella used to argue with her stepmother about the pigeons. She would often say: “Hey, bloody stepmum! I love you, like my own mother! I don’t mind you sitting around all day but, would you listen to me just this once and start sending SMS messages to your lovers. Stop tiring me out with all these pigeons!’
Step-sisters treated Cinderella badly. They too, made her clean their rooms and wash their clothes. They spent their time wandering around town, while Cinderella worked hard. The good news is that Cinderella was very quick, so she would finish all the housework in record time and then spend the rest of the time trying on her step-sister’s dresses, shoes and make-up.
Cinderella rarely ventured out into the streets. And, when she went out, she did not pay any attention to the boys.
And why should she care about them? The local boys were not worth her attention anyway. They did not live in big houses.
One evening a very successful businessman hosted a party for his son. He invited many young girls there, including Cinderella’s wicked step-sisters.
Cinderella too was dying to go to the party. And, who wouldn’t want to! The party host, was one of the richest businessmen in town.
Cinderella went to the party wearing a very fine pair of shoes. To tell you the truth, the shoes were ‘ultra’. How Cinderella got these shoes, is something that needs a bit of thinking. Why should I think about this element. You have to do it by yourselves.
While hip - hopping around the dance floor like Neanderthals, one of Cinderella’s shoes fell off. Cinderella looked frantically for her shoe, but the room was too crowded. She decided to leave the part, because she was ashamed to stand around with just one shoe. Also, she did not want to be seen by her stepmother and step-sisters because she had left home without their permission.
What they don’t know wouldn’t hurt them - thought Cinderella.
Months passed. Ehhhh! Poor Cinderella knows how she spent those months.
The rich businessman’s son, who had fallen in love with the girl who lost her shoe at the party, was going from house to house searching for the girl who dropped off her shoe. He did not have a name or any other details, because Cinderella, who was afraid of saying something foolish, had not opened her mouth at the party.
Cinderella had fallen head over heels for the young man. Precisely for the young man’s house.
The young man travelled all over the place, asking every young girl to try on the shoe. Each one of them struggled a lot. Apart from Cinderella whose foot hopefully and joyly for her, fitted the shoe like a glove.
Here ends the Cinderella story. A girl who struggled and suffered a great deal to find a rich guy.
But Cinderella was different from other girls. Of course she was different, otherwise there wouldn’t have been a famous tale about her.
She was an orphan.
In the ancient tale of Cinderella the pumpkin turned into a coach. I prefer not to deal with pumpkins. I did not want to turn the pumpkin into a car, because today’s cars carry ‘the pumpkin’ inside.
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