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New year gift

A big red book of fairy tales wriggled through the heap of memories and caught me unawares. It was a gift from my maternal grandparents when I was 8 or 9. The book does not exist anymore, not tangibly, but the thought of it brought a smile on my face. Those were the days when Hansel and Gretel were friends, Rapunzel and Cinderella role models; their battles with beasts and witches seemed like mine. The memory smelled divine bringing back a slice of the times and people who had moved away.
Today when I think of a gift I want to give my son, nephews, nieces on the threshold of a new year I know it has to be the gift of stories; their own blue, green, yellow book of tales. A happy place they can turn to on one of those days when life gets gloomy or busy or mundane.

 Written on 31 December 2013

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