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My daughter’s stories

It is amazing how nature nurtures the feeling of self image in us. Each of us likes to paint a picture of our self in our known and unknown dreams.  The little figments of our imagination that keep us excited. Imagination of the impossible, world of fantasy that we call. Stories built upon the imagination we wish should have happened.

While our stories center on the ifs and buts of our lives, stories of kids revolve around angels and princesses and dolls and the dreamlands. In my daughter’s story, which is drawn from her dream, she is always the princess. She likes her dad or grandpa to weave a story for her in which she wants to be the center character. “Daddy, once I met an angel with wings and then what happened, tell me a story about it”, thus comes the request from her sweet innocent voice. And thus the story of the imagination follows from Dad.  “Once you were walking with your dad in a park and we saw an angel flying in the sky above us with her wide silvery wings those shined like star”. As she saw you, she descended down. She asked you, “my little darling, do you like to fly, will you come with me to a dreamland flying along with me?” And then the angel hands out a pair of little wings to you. You wore them and up you go with the angel, flying like a bird, waving your hand to your dad who watches you soar up in the sky. You dive and surf, passing by the silver lined clouds. You visit the dream land, play with other angels. And then off you go back to meet your dad, who is eagerly waiting for you in the park. And down you come, landing swiftly like a bird. You hug your dad, and then we both go back to home happily. The sparkle of joy in her eyes, when she imagines herself in the short little story among her other fictional friends is amusing. “Once I was going through a jungle with Dora and we saw animals and then what happened, tell me a story Dad”, up comes the next demand out like a dart as soon as the one finishes. Demands of such stories go on and on, perpetually. In imagining her stories she puts a puzzle of words and characters which she wants her dad, mom to solve and build the story.

Humans by birth are programmed by nature to create a self image  it seems like. To be known, to be popular, and to be the center of story is built in the human psych from his birth.

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