Prologue

Once upon a time there was a little girl who was just like a real princess, but no one knew that she was a princess. She grew up and became a very successful model. She lived up on the Manhattan tower and had almost a prince like boyfriend. One day she got tired of others not seeing that princess inside her. Ruslana Korshunova killed herself. She jumped off that high evil tower.

Parable

During my journey to Tibet I was lost. It was actually the reason why I went there. I was there to try to discover my soul. I will not get into details about my journey; there is only one meeting I have to tell you about.

As I‘ve visited Buddhist temples I have talked to the monks and learned depths of life, time, and eternal being, but it wasn’t there where I discovered that what I was looking for.

One morning I woke up feeling down and that was my last day in Tibet. I felt like I didn’t reveal anything new to my soul. On my walk outside of the house where I stayed I stumbled over the stone and fell. I cried. It was the last point and tears went down on my cheeks. I felt someone’s tiny hand on my shoulder and turned my head. There was this young boy with piercing brown almond like eyes. He said:”Follow me.”

I got up and went after him. I don’t know why. I just listened to him. He was 1 meter tall and it was ridiculous why I followed that little creature. He finally stopped and I was trying to catch my breath – it seemed like I was running while he was just walking.

He opened the door and let me in first. “What a young gentleman,” I had a thought visit my head. Stupid. In that weird situation, from anything else in the world, I thought of his manners.

It was a little room and it was dark but cozy inside. His gesture told me to sit down on the pillow. I sat down and he sat in front of me. I wasn’t crying anymore. The boy kept on starring at me.

We sat like this for a few hours. I looked around the room, then back at him. He was silent. I was silent. I started talking when it was already dark outside. I wept and told him many-many words. Most of them were empty. I wasn’t even expecting him realize nor even understand those words. I just talked as if I talked to a wall.

When I was finished, which was may be an hour later, I don’t know, he took a saucepan. I wasn’t crying anymore. He poured some water inside and splashed it into my face. I was shocked. He smiled and said that way I looked better.

I was offended. Some kid has just splashed water into my face. And his first words after hours of silence were “You look better this way.”

But I didn’t say anything. I was just shocked and realized how stupid I was to tell him the entire story of my life.

He poured more water into the pan and this time I got up. I yelled: “Little bastard! Stop playing with the water. This is not funny to make fun of a lady who is sad and lost!” But he lit up a match and threw it into a stone-made fire place. He put the saucepan on the fire and put a carrot inside to boil. In some time it was cooked and he took another saucepan and put an egg to boil in the water. Then, a third saucepan went on fire and he dropped some tea leafs inside.

I thought what a funny dinner he cooks.

The little creature took my hand and told me to touch the carrot. I did. It was soft. Then, he asked me how the egg changes after it boils. I said it gets hard and can’t break anymore if you drop it. After, the boy told me to have some tea. It was good for my dry throat.

He sat down and said:

When a carrot gets into boiling water, it becomes soft, unlike it was hard before.

The egg, which was fragile, has become hard after the hostile boiling water.

And finally the most interesting part. The tea you are drinking. It changed the hostile settings, which is the boiling water, and turned it into a pleasant balmy tea.”

Epilogue

Why would this pretty girl kill herself? Ruslana Korshunova, a successful 20 years old catwalk model has thrown herself out of the balcony in her Manhattan Financial District appartment 3 days ago. The girl wasn’t lonely on the surface; she had close friends and a loving boyfriend who dropped her off just a few hours before she died. Artem, his name, said they watched Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze movie Ghost together and that she was a good person.

Why was Ruslana brokenhearted and angry? Few months ago she was saying “I’m so lost. Will I ever find myself?”

Another Korshunova’s posting from a social network read: “It hurts, as if someone took a part of me, tore it out, mercilessly stomped all over and threw it out”

The girl was hurt. Someone who seemed so strong and happy was helpless to face the damaging disappointments in her short lifetime.

I’m a bitch. I’m a witch. I don’t care what you say … I know why my other relationships didn’t work out, ’cause I’m unpredictable.”

The girl was angry and was losing her confidence. She couldn’t resist the boiling water. Ruslana Korshunova had a dream. It was to fly and she never got there.

My dream is to fly. Oh, my rainbow it is too high.

- Ruslana.”

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