Childhood play is written with simplicity and a sense of its own joy,

Childhood days are like a colorful box, which contains thousands of memories of games. That time was completely free. I would create a world of my own by dusting the field, or sitting in the yard, with pieces of things.

​I remembered that I didn't need anything expensive to play. I would just use whatever I found around me. Pieces of torn cloth would become doll saris. An old bangle box, in which fake jewelry that looked like my mother's old jewelry was carefully kept - they were the most valuable assets of our play.

​I would sit and arrange things on the ground or on something small. There was no distinction between boys and girls, everyone would play together. Some might decorate dolls, others would decorate the play area of ​​shops and stores. Everyone had a kind of sincere attention on their faces. As if there was nothing more important at that moment.

​In particular, the joy of making something was real. The joy of wrapping a banana leaf or a stick with cloth and making it into a doll was unmatched. This ability to transform a small thing into something great with a little bit of intelligence was the magic of childhood.
​That smile, that simple joy, and the days of making something together are truly unforgettable. These are the memories that are still fresh in our hearts, completely our own, simple and beautiful.