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| Can we say BAh-LING! |
"Ought to be? Isn't there?"
"No. You see children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead."
I wanted a fairy of my own-not just any fairy,I wanted Tinker bell.
And oddly enough,I never prayed so that I could be a witch or have Tink spread some happy sparkles around me-I meditated(every day for 2 mins in my fluffy blue flannel bath gown).I guess being born in India does that to you- you inadvertently gravitate towards spirituality.
Among other fun things I remember longing for a tent in the jungle with a little gas lamp-hunched over a book,a sleeping bag lying in wait and fireflies forming a dome around the peak of the tent.And again,not just any tent- somewhat of a desert tent.My world is rather surreal- immensely real to me but may not be on the same perception of accepted standards of reality-and instead of being worried,I've always reveled in that.
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| something similar,except smaller and none of those chairs and tables rubbish. |
I'll also take the one in the movie The Holiday
Also,this
| {sourse} And this |



