Princess Diana

Princess Diana

 Players of an English league soccer team were in no mood to play since they heard the sad news of the fatal accident. “I hardly could eat” said some one after a feast.” How could I ever be happy, though so lucky as to draw the grand prize in a lottery” said another. We all missed her.  And she was so loved by many people.

Her marriage was  like a fairy tale and perhaps one of the richest, grandest ever in this age. She lived in a palace, wearing the most  beautiful gowns, coiffures, surrounded, served by many people as a fairy queen. Though she was smiling, seem to be happy, no one knew that she was suffering and crying in a private little corner of her heart. 

What is ”Her Royal Highness” to her,  but is unhappy, gossiped, chased by photographers. Now that she’s divorced, the rules require her to make a curtsy when visiting her own first son who is crown prince. “A mother animal returns to her cubs without any ceremony, licking, warming them with love and care.” So said a mother. 

I remember the story of Karna, in the Mahabharata,  the chariot driver’s adopted son who against the rules on the occasion of his crowning in the kingdom of Anga, went in full royal attire to his foster father and fell down on his knees before him, who was but a poor driver in a poor old dress. And his father kissed and wetted him with his tears. 

Princess Diana  has no desire to become a queen as she’s already a queen in so many people’s hearts. Wasn’t that her dream? “Besides, I must add,” said si Upik, “she certainly is a queen of her new prince, isn’t she?”  

“Wouldn’t it be better if people honored, gladdened her then, when she was still alive, instead to honor her with a grand funeral, now she is dead?” So comments some one. 

Old and young, men and women came, taking bouquets with them, not so dismal, cold as the white flowers for a deceased with purple colored ribbons, but  flowers with only the  freshest, most beautiful colors and the most fragrant scents and laid them down in front of the palace for her  whom they so loved.

  Some lighted a candle. They prayed, whispered:  “You are always living in our hearts.” 

From Pelita , September 9, 1997 

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