They were three of them.
The eldest was the popular one-the one who was liked by one and all 🙂 she was the queen bee,the mother hen for the other two.She was both Margaret and Jane of Little women and P&P fame. Family’s pet,sweet to the point of a fault,caring about everyone.
The middle was the pretty and frail 0ne . Like Beth. Or Amy rather for her prettiness. She attracted attention wherever she went,whatever she did. That it did NOT touch her one bit made it all the more better. She had that kind of an aura around her.
The youngest was the Jo of the family.Not so much for being the star of Louisa May Alcott’s novel but more for her spirit-
A tall bumbling person who had no care for anything even remotely girlish. Who went into a world of her own with her books. She had a passion for writing,reading and everything related to books that was as under utilised as possible.
Also as misunderstood as possible.
The three grew up with great love for one another -the eldest and the middle shielding the young one from all things nasty/bad. Then a day came,when the eldest met her Mr.Brooks 🙂
off they went,riding onto the sunset 🙂
The middle one met her Laurie and rode away with him but not before a few troubles that caused a little heartburn.
And the youngest was finally left to fend for herself. She discovered the nature of the world,the things she was shielded from,she went from utmost misery to awesome highs all within a few minutes.
She discovered friends who would fill the void left behind by the elder two. Even now,when she thinks of those times when they were all members of the March family she laughs.And cries.
This version is dedicated to my wonderful sisters-shoba and deepa who have made my younger years beautiful 🙂
Love you guys 🙂
small scribblings... 