Barbie Barbie, you came home two years back, I barely got a glimpse of you; gleefully held to the packet you were safely kept in. I look at you ever day, smile from within and painfully wonder why you are still stacked atop the closet?
Mama coaxes me for not keeping you intact. But, but I want to hold you and love you, like Mama holds me and loves me. Mama does not understand...Can't explain to her how much I like to have you close to myself. If only I could take you to school with me.
Thank God, some sense has prevailed into Mama's head and she has permitted me to play with just one of you.
I am eagerly waiting for her to gather some more sanity and bring all of you down, do away with the paper packing and allow me to explore into your world.
The other day Mama told me about her prized possession of a 'sleeping doll'...and how she never indulged with it with the fear of spoiling it. Howsoever, she had alternative dolls made of ice cream sticks or toffee wrappers. With them Mama was really innovative, and she could gather volumes of them of various sizes and colours. That sounds interesting...someday Mama may create an ice cream stick doll for me. I vaguely remember the toffee wrapper dancing dolls with two pony tails- It was nice, I also played with it for a while and it was shown the dustbin in a while.
My Barbie, my prized possession...I would like to have countless of you of every hue and size by me on my bed, on my study table, in my arms when I go out, besides me while I am watching Pogo and Hungama...Mama don't ask me to explain the pleasure it gives me.
Mama coaxes me for not keeping you intact. But, but I want to hold you and love you, like Mama holds me and loves me. Mama does not understand...Can't explain to her how much I like to have you close to myself. If only I could take you to school with me.
Thank God, some sense has prevailed into Mama's head and she has permitted me to play with just one of you.
I am eagerly waiting for her to gather some more sanity and bring all of you down, do away with the paper packing and allow me to explore into your world.
The other day Mama told me about her prized possession of a 'sleeping doll'...and how she never indulged with it with the fear of spoiling it. Howsoever, she had alternative dolls made of ice cream sticks or toffee wrappers. With them Mama was really innovative, and she could gather volumes of them of various sizes and colours. That sounds interesting...someday Mama may create an ice cream stick doll for me. I vaguely remember the toffee wrapper dancing dolls with two pony tails- It was nice, I also played with it for a while and it was shown the dustbin in a while.
My Barbie, my prized possession...I would like to have countless of you of every hue and size by me on my bed, on my study table, in my arms when I go out, besides me while I am watching Pogo and Hungama...Mama don't ask me to explain the pleasure it gives me.
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