Paper Boat

Those tiny little things on the rain puddles brought so much of joy into our souls as if it carried a message to some unknown destination. I loved seeing it, charting its own course in the tiny ripples, balancing itself against the odds..and wondered to myself "oh, where will it stop, maybe to some wonderland,"..and secretly hoped it will come back to me with all the stories from there. Many a time I have written small notes on my paper boat with a hope that someone will read it .....those priceless days of innocence...

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Today as I was making paper boats with my daughter, don't know why I teared up a little, and on being asked "what happened mamma why are you crying, I ended up answering" I lost my paper boat somewhere ..and with it, gone are my most beautiful days ... ..With those curious eyes, she told me "your beautiful days are back ma, look you are making another paper boat".......