If the order of things of the world are stable there will be no difference between the past and present , there would be no interesting history , there will be no differing order ….timeline of events in life , oscilating states of mind ….everyday what is gained and what is lost , countless times of elevation , of clear elevation and devastating lows ….blows in existence ….oasais of happiness ….we are fools of pity , of hope , but theres never a security of assurance in life .

Maybe paradise and its evil twin exist and come in hand in hand , yes that’s what it should be ……well hard blows for me , acid burns in my heart , a heart broken strange irony yet I will tell my story ….the princess story no , not a princess story but a women’s story , I tell this not to trouble Edward Samuels for now , we both need to come into terms after a unfortunate unintended fight ….still what ever he thinks he would be the same old Samuels to me nothings ever going to change my world with him ….

I can’t help not smiling thinking of him ….excuse me ….he has been such a charm inspiring in me happiness and on no account will I ever ah cut friendly relations with him,a lilltle dose of seeing him would fill me with ease , happiness that lasts the whole day yes more then those deodorant fake claims in ads or the fake claims of tooth pastes in ads ….

Well this is not about me Mia and Samuels that’s a different side its about Mia and  John ….my very own love story which Mia dedicates only to Samuels and John if he reads it , for this is where the real Mia can be understood …and in a way her beautiful ancestor Illena , and once again I would narrate as a princess not as the ordinary Mia whose heart aches as she sits writing with dreaching eyes of tears that don’t come….as she hopes Samuels would forgive her if that’s what is needed to get the old equation between them back …….

It is  the time to review the finance expenditures , I have got allegations of corruptions and negligence and on this note I am in national controversy …..(I have to give a dry laugh excuse me) that’s why I hate governance , mother was more of a stringent personality , commanding and brilliant , somewhat (again excuse me I have to laugh )

somewhat like me people say , but in all ways mother was more successful .

I wonder , why should I face this burden of governance , where I find no friends but the greedy dishonest people I have to deal with .

I had been assigned a personel take care women to take care of my every need , but I shifted her to the spy department , to see all activities done by all those who she can see ….Well some people think me as a Barbie doll which I am totally against anyway ….

I am traveling to India , to deliver personally the crown of their ancient heritage and the ministry is preparing for that .It was my very decision for the Indian authorities blame my dynasty of keeping what duly belongs to them.

 I called the Indian prime minister on his birthday and told him my gift the ancient Indian crown …(excuse me have to smile ) …,he being so soft and shy stammered , got excited while people at my side frowned like as if the princess was out of her mind ….he did not believe and wanted to talk to the queen herself but I insisted I am a authority he can trust so it was decided I would come there personally and hand over the crown to the president ….well I did wonder weather he read the princess story written by Edward Samuels hot selling even now all over the world but that’s out of the point , he thanked me and don’t know it touched me as if it was really a gift for him to hear the news .I went ahead making my plans to travel for the ministry stood unbelieving .

Well true my life is luxury the palace on wheels but even luxury fades to normality ….

People fuss about me closing the curtains but no one can lock me in a princess shell ….

I am even tired of people speculating on my marriage plans …(let me smile and laugh excuse me ) ….I was seen and photographed smiling merrily and holding arms with one of my guides , I was happy that day and in some newspaper it said I am going around with that person ….it did not infuriate me , but the guide liked it and we laughed over it … he knows me and my life’s story , someone in my real life I can trust .

I knew him since my junior college days , I can’t forget he was shocked to believe I was really a princess and so I took him literally to my palace to make him believe .

He was always thrilled and stays to this day for knowing a princess yet he treats me like he would any other friend and I think that never fails to thrill him , its like he has a ruby and can see all its dimensions well anyway  .

(Now he is thrilled to know Edward Samuels who he met in some plane trip and it definitely seems they talked about me Mia  ….well that’s different again anyway shrug  )

I got George membership in golf and horse race club and have visited exotic places with him . George plans my itenary around and I pay him for that .

I will be guided by him for my India trip , its nice to have him excited on this , the explorer in me that I saw in him ….the citizen of my other side of my life , his enthusiasm beckens me to travel …it sets me on a path strongly , camly , coolly ….

Most of all he knows I need a break .Well , he may travel with me , he may not , but I am sure I am more than willing to take him along for he would be a company in a true sense (then I have to cut down on some body gaurds of mine I think I will) .

Well George knows me quite well and he comes into the picture when I write about me and John .

George knew John before I knew John (still I can sense that keen interest I unintendedly felt for John rather feel or fell as I heard about him from George ) .

John had guided him about a very famous water spot where navy people camp around ,

George needed to know inside and outside details for guiding his tourists many of whom showed interest in that spot .

So the Government made it open to special tourists  alone and Goerge being a guide made it through and John was his host and the take care person of George’s activities in the spot , I think its called the Rosilla river named after a girl who came there to interview the army men right centuries back (well shes a charming rose who stole and caressed the hearts of these steal men who preferred no female companies anyway  ).

John was a aircraft person , he provably was chosen for the guide job for some reason ,

(I think because he loves taking people for rides even if it’s not a plane ride )

(will be continued later )