PROLOGUE

“Fiction reveals the truths reality obscures.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

This story is a work of fiction. All characters, places are a figment of my imagination and the entire plot is fictional and although the plot may draw from reality, alas it has no bearings in reality. Fiction is like the froth in a cup of coffee it just gives the story that something extra. Fiction allows us to escape the hum drum of our daily lives and absorb ourselves in troubles beyond ours and joy that is unimaginable in reality.  

Imagination is a gift bestowed upon you by the Almighty. Handle it with care. Never let anyone belittle the fantasy’s you carry with you, never let them criticize the mysteries your mind wishes to unlock.

I pray you embark on this fictional journey with me with your mind open to the realities that structure every fiction and fantasy. Being fully dissolved in the unreal world is everyone’s’ desire and this book fulfills this desire. We all want to get lost in someone else’s world so hopefully this book will allow you to experience the world of others.

Without an imaginative mind the world would be a much darker place.

Prologue

It was a journey of discovery, a journey of love and a journey in search of humanity. Separate journeys were undertaken by three very different individuals, in two different eras but it was in their destiny to become acquainted through words and through lyrics. The destination they reached would be paved by a road of strong emotions but it is emotions that inevitably make life worth living.

The rain was falling on my window pane and nostalgia was beginning to kick in. Then I picked up her letters and the serenity that her each word provoked filled my eyes with tears. Inspiration struck and I penned down my memories from the beginning of my fascination with this particular journey:

The peace attained through prayer comes not only from the hope of its acceptance but also in the fact that at least there’s someone listening.

There is evident joy in standing up for what you believe in that no matter how much you’ve been persuaded otherwise you still hold your own believes firm.

A heart may seem like a mere organ that keeps you alive but a heart can destroy the villain that resides within you.

There is no such thing as inhumanity, every human is humane. The only difference is that some see their humanity as strength and others label it as a weakness.

The beauty of words comes not from what is being said but through how it is being interpreted.

I knew how I had interpreted her thoughts and I knew exactly how my sensationalized writing piece would turn out to be.

I recalled the opening sentence of her first letter, “My life is slipping through my fingers like beach sand on a windy day….” I still get shivers down my spine every time I think of her first letter.