This Navaratri, I kept up my promise and made a doll house
for my niece. This was more to relive my childhood moments. I collected those
small trinkets and smiled on every go. I found a broken mixer(which I managed
to fix) , a ladle, few dolls and my favorite tea set Barbie. This one is close
to my heart. I still remember my mom dragging me back from school on a festive
eve. My eyes were all over this doll at
the store. She asked me to choose between buying a new dress for the festival
or the doll. I chose the obvious. From that day forward, I pulled off a new
hairstyle and a new dress for the doll every day. For now, looking at the doll
house, it glimpses our younger days- a teen sister bullying me, busy dad, mom
working to meet ends and me to being the pampered brat. They still mean a
lifetime of joy to me- its just that we see things so differently now. It did
rewind a whole bundle of emotion and sniffed like a voice in my dream.
