I am not a fan of royalty neither have I ever followed family sagas and drama of aristocratic families around the world. I do remember my first encounter with a magazine called 'Hola' which learnt also existed in English as 'Hello' and is full of pictures of the rich and royal....I was surprised that those are quite successful in attaining large numbers of readerships. I could not believe it when girls in my class cried about lady Di death. Not that I didn't feel some empathy with the family, however, I certainly could not shed tears. To cut a long story short, I am and never was interested in royal and aristocratic gossip.
Until probably last week I might not even have recognized Kate Middleton and her husband to be, Prince William of Wales, if I had to meet them on the street.
Besides the thousands of people that actually did, I have to admit that even I got to watch parts of yesterday's event - Kate and William's wedding. What an event!
While watching one of the endless recaps of the day while on the treadmill at the gym, I found myself smiling at the beautiful bride and my heart melted seeing the first kiss on the balcony of Buckingham Palace.
I was wondering why this happened to me and to many other women around me....
Is this the lost princess that we all at one stage of our life wanted to be (probably at the age of 8 more or less)? Or do we all hope to still be kissed by a prince? Or does it remind us that the fairy-tales that we listened to as children and the Hollywood chick-flicks we watch as adults can become true? Is it maybe that this short little moment allows us to believe in the prince and Mr right?