Oh Look: It's Wilhelmina Wonka! - Sara is in Love with…

Once upon a time, a girl was searching for her wonderland. She thought she had found the golden ticket until she realised how wrong that belief was: The sad truth was, she didn’t even know her own name. She was called Wilhelmina Wonka.

So she was just a clown; there was no golden ticket. She looked colourful, and unlike other people, her talent to make things joyful ran strong through her veins like an endless rainbow. She inspired people everywhere she went, filling their eyes and hearts with the brightest colour. People looked at her like she was a piece of joy, but they didn’t know that she had a dark void of something missing inside her.

She got up in the morning, filled with colours she collected in her dreams and spilt them onto the world, day after day. People laughed with joy when they saw her, they laughed about her as if she was a clown too, and they laughed with her. She never kept anything back for herself. From Monday to Sunday, she exploded like a colour bomb at a Holi festival daily. What was left inside her then was darkness, hurt, pain and profound loneliness coming to light with the absence of colour. This she kept for herself. It was nothing she wanted to be her legacy. But it caused her more pain than an aching toe or a sore leg. In the dark nights, she forgot everything she knew about colours and her dreams had to teach her like it was the first time she ever heard about her destiny.

She wished so much there was a Willy somewhere out there. He would be just like her, and they would recharge each other while giving their colours away. When the lights of the colour factory went out, she often cried in the happiest place on earth, but nobody ever saw it. Since she covered the traces with happiness in the morning, nobody sensed the odour of a broken heart in the air among the sweet jolly smell of amusement.

This dear reader is the colourful and happy and sad story of Wilhelmina Wonka. She is still out there, looking for somebody to shower her in colour. She has sweets for you all, for sure. And the moral of the story: You never know what’s behind the face of a Wonka, don’t judge it a first glance.