After crossing the vast desert, sailing through the green ocean, the Little Prince reached another desert. Golden sand waves welcomed him or so he thought.
The Little Prince walked alone. And the narrator’s voice followed him, sometimes foretelling and sometimes sharing.
“But this is not possible, for I cannot hear this voice”, says the Little Prince.
“Still, you can feel it”, replies the narrator.
The Little Prince inquires, “Feel the voice?”“Yes, you can feel what the voice says, the emotions, the connections, the ideas, the realisations… this, you can surely feel”, says the narrator.
The Little Prince sat on the sand cross-legged and pondered over this thought. The desert wind tried to disturb him, but he stayed still, allowing the wind to settle in his golden hair.
“Yes, I surely feel… and I am glad I do… then what you speak is true”, says the Little Prince as if reciting a haiku.
“True for you and true for me… true for those who can hear me”, replies the narrator in a cheerful tone.
This made the Little Prince laugh loudly. The narrator and the desert wind joined him.
“Hey voice, yours is a pleasant sound… keep following me, keep foretelling and sharing, for I am on a long journey”, standing up says the Little Prince.
“I will, I will… for every journey needs a narrator”, says the narrator.
The Little Prince nodded and started walking, allowing his feet to sink a little and then rise, allowing the wind to tease him, holding his gaze up at the sky, waiting for the stars to show up.
For he knew a star that would lead him to his destination, he felt it deep in his heart. He felt it!
(This post is dedicated to Antoine de Saint-Exupery, author of the novella The Little Prince.)
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