// Wendy & Peter Pan //
Coming back into the room he sees her standing by the window looking onto the town below.
“What is so interesting outside that you cannot find inside?”
Something about the way he says that line. As if there was a camera in the room recording the whole scenario, his voice deepens and his arms fold themselves around her waist.
“You know what this window reminds me of?” asks the girl without answering his question.
Really, he is her inspiration. The one trigger slowly tearing down the wall of The Woman - Child and bearing her into this naked Artist. Slowly. And though, she stands there mesmerized by the place itself not yet realising that evolution has started.
She turns to him. If there was ever a moment to be paused this was it. Vibrations..
They are from such different worlds and yet they stand there in their own world. With its own name.
“Remember Peter Pan? Peter`s room had an identical arched window. This wall .. ” she points ” This wall bared their reflection, shadows of Peter and Wendy, same as now you can see the shadow of you and me.”
Certain childish way about the way she delivers the line makes him smile but he keeps it to himself. Silence stretches and yet it is anything but uncomfortable. His lips widen into a smile and “Wendy” senses a glimpse of recognition in his eyes.
“I will never think of this window in another way.” says Peter.
They kiss.
They kissed at that same window the next night & the next morning.
In Neverland.
…
And then God decides to plant this place called Heathrow Airport into their storyline and separates them till “God knows when”. That window still awaits …
Xoxo
