castles of sand…
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in my childhood… sand was something foreign for me…
I used to love sitting on those tiny hills of sand with “Guddi”, at random construction sites in my neighborhood…
I remember collecting shells… especially closed ones were my favorites… I always thought that they carried some secret message for me….To see if they really have something, I used to open them one by one… While I kept some of them unopened… leaving them undisturbed…
I carried them home in my frock…
And now I don’t remember where I kept my treasure…
I often think that kids dont have a memory… what they have are dreams…
Details did not exist for me either…
So if you find them scattered somewhere… please bring them back to me…
A little girl is still playing inside them…
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gypsy in the rain 
i got it 🙂 the dol is on its way 😉
Comment by aniruddha pathak September 3, 2010 @ 4:34 pm