CINDERELLA’S GLASS SHOE!
Submitted by Fareena Maria
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You all must know me already. This is about how I overcame the odds and was chosen by the Fairy Godmother to accompany Cinderella to the greatest Ball that changed her life.
From a very young age, I knew I was different and special. Others around me were made of the same material and they all seemed to be mere versions of one shoe. I was made of glass. I was as delicate as I was beautiful. I knew there had to be something special about me. I knew I was born for greatness. But being different had its demerits as I soon found out. I couldn’t participate in any activities because of my brittle body. I was always kept perfectly without being allowed to indulge in the things my friends were allowed to.
At night I would hear the stories of the day. The chatter of my companions as they discussed and laughed about things they had been through together. One or two of them were nice enough to fill me in but they could do only so much. I had no stories of my own to share with them, for how interesting can a shoe cabinet be? Besides, I was kept alone. I was on display for my master’s friends to see and appreciate. I was his prized possession. But I never served my purpose. In all of the land, there were no feet small enough to fit me. None wanted me for anything but a trophy. My master never gave me to anybody but I was only thankful for that. I knew I would only occupy another cabinet. I knew I would never be worn. The life of a shoe is calculated by the miles it had traveled. I saw infants become old men and women and finally proceed to death. But I was always the new one. Forever unchanged. Forever fresh. Forever young.
It was not an unusual day, the day she walked in through the door. I don’t know what it was about her but she looked like an angel of mercy (on close examination, she was found to be wearing a “halo”. I think that explains it). She looked around my master’s work and occasionally picked up a pair of footwear and examined it. She hummed to herself a tune that was both soothing and unknown. After about 15 minutes of this routine, her eyes fell on me. She came closer and peered into my glassy exterior. Without further ado she demanded my service. My master, despite all hesitations, had to give me up. You cannot say no to a Fairy Godmother (as she later introduced herself to me). I also learnt that she was the fairy godmother to a young girl named Cinderella. Much of my first week was spent on being enlightened about this girl and her life. It was a pretty sad affair (as you all should already know). :(
I didn’t have much in common with her except the fact that neither of us had friends. When you hear so much about a person, there is a natural curiosity to meet them in the person. As I expressed this desire to FG (I am allowed to call her that but you are not.), she smiled and narrated to me my mission. I was ecstatic. I was nervous. But most of all, I was determined. She presented me to Cinderella who kept me well. She was the only one who had feet small enough to fit me. I guess the importance of this fact is already known to you, since it was this very fact that proved her presence at the Ball. The rest of the story is known to mankind. There are only a few unknown facts. When Cinderella’s shoe “accidentally slipped out”, it was all my doing. I knew the difficulty that would have been faced by the prince in finding her again. I had seen the two dancing with each other first hand and therefore could see Cinderella’s future unfold as the Princess of the land.
I spent her remaining days being matched with beautiful dresses of all kinds. Frills, large patterns, polka dots. You name it and I fit the bill. Now I am etched in history in evryone’s mind, waiting to create another fairy tale. :)
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