Chronicles of Charyl

Is it possible that something so beautiful, so treasure-able, so magnificent, and so extraordinary could be forgotten in time? How? It happened with the so-acclaimed "High Queen" Susan, one of the Pevensie siblings who stepped into Narnia, rescued the land's beings by fulfilling an old prophecy, led the country into their Golden Age and fought and won the Narnian Kingdom back to the rightful leader Prince Caspian when they returned the second time. Susan appeared as the heroine-queen in the two books of the 7-book series "The Chronicles of Narnia" by CS Lewis. So her name naturally is a byword through all Narnian creatures, who are mostly talking and walking animals. If you've read the books, you'll ask this very same question. In the last book of the series, "The Last Battle", we find only the other three Pevensies, Peter, Edmund and Lucy going back to Narnia, this time to witness how the land is going to be restored to its original state

Laughter is the best medicine, they say. True. But to me, it is a gift. And when it comes at unexpected times and places, and brought by unexpected people, it is mostly cherished – and heartily enjoyed. On my way to work early this morning, I had a stopover again at my favorite “ carenderia ” (some kind of viand store), to buy my breakfast and lunch dishes. As I was waiting for my order to be served, I felt a strong pat on my right shoulder, with a force that caused me to turn around. Along with that, I heard a male’s voice almost shouting, “Rosabelle!” (Well, at least that’s how I think it is spelled, coz I heard it as “roh-sah-bill!”). Obviously, he was referring to me. We were both surprised to see each other’s strange faces. Then the guy, who was probably expecting me to be his classmate because he was in a university uniform, was obviously ashamed of the mistake as he said, “Oh! I’m sorry! (Wrong person, in other words.)” I was ready to make out my laughing-out-loud san