She was 12,when she came across a dusty worn out book in the school library, it’s pages a shade of yellow autumn leaves, worn out, it’s strange decaying scent, making her fall in love, making her heart melt. She ran her fingers over the pages, wondering how many people traveled through it’s phrases, wondering how many people found themselves enticed by it. She clutched the book between her hands, found a quiet corner near the window, with the warm and mellow sunshine falling on her face, and the dusty pages. She devoured one word after another, traveling to a faraway island, with green gables, and blooming wild cherry trees, seeing the world through the eyes of a red haired girl with green starlit eyes. The avenue wasn’t just an avenue for the red haired girl, she called it – the White Way of Delight. The pond wasn’t just a pond for her, she called it – the Lake of Shining Waters. She dreamt of being a bride in all white, with a lovely misty veil. Her highest ideal of earthly bliss was a pretty dress. She dreamt of having a beautiful rose-leaf complexion and starry violet eyes. Her imagination drove her to places undefined.
As she reached the end of the book, the reality hit her like rough ocean waves, and she felt her heart ache, how she wished, the green gables was where she could forever stay.