Most days I am compelled to wait in my car before I can make a turn into my gate because I have to wait for a house to be dismantled!
The makeshift house constructed by the children of construction workers in the shade of my house always makes me feel nostalgic about my own childhood where we played many an imaginary game.
I vividly remember playing the role of a mother – sometimes a father, while playing ‘house’ or impersonating a shopkeeper selling tea/coffee. I remember writing nonsensical ditties while travelling in a sleeper train, keeping in tune with the sound of the wheels of the train on the track.
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