The Little Prince

Off late, reading a book has become an uphill task for me. I open my Kindle app, read a couple of pages then drift off to play a game of Two Dots or browse mindlessly on; a testimony to the utter lack of focus plaguing me.
So it was with a bit of apprehension that I regarded the book “The Little Prince” that my kids forced into my hands.
“It is a small book, Mom. You can read it”, they egged me on before I could protest. And thus started my journey with the little prince travelling from planet to planet, across the stars, questioning everything, especially the “matters of consequence” everyone around him seemed to be engaged in.

I did not know that this was a famous book strewn with little gems between the lines waiting to be found. There are readers who call the book “life changing” and claim that it reveals something new every time they read it.

Consider this:

Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you about essential matters. They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he love butterflies?”
Instead, they demand: “How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him


“The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them?”

And my favorite:

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye….
…It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important”

Little Prince backcover It was a pleasant ride with the little prince who seemed to remind the reader on every page not to lose the curiosity every one of was born with.

But more importantly he reminds to tame something, care deeply for something, something besides ones self. 

An important reminder perhaps, I this age of disconnected lives we spend in loneliness.


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