The sun was about to set
The imperfect roof reflected the orange rays off the still wet surface. The small hands were busy for last half an hour building it. The weak leg could not run around. The lonely sole had chosen to sit there and get busy, one fist ful at a time pulling up a tiny castle from the spread of sand around.
A small heap, that was all there, with some nick here and a notch there to look like windows and doors. A spike here and there to look like a roof.
But it was a castle, a castle built in the sand.
“What is this? What are you doing? Why dirty your hands? Don’t you know I don’t like it?”
“It’s a small castle!”
“What is it for? Don’t you have a house to live in? A room of your own? Any way how will you live in this? ”
“But I was sitting feeling lonely. So just built one. Isn’t it a nice pretty one?”
“What do you mean pretty? You like this more than your house?”
“No no, I know it’s not a real house. I know I cannot live in it. It’s not for that”
“Then why make it? Just to get your hands dirty? Look at your hands!”
“It’s not dirt, just sand. It doesn’t stick!”
“Please don’t do this. If you want anything in your room or if you want the roof like peaks, we can change in our home right?”
“But I don’t want to change the roof of our house! I like it the way it is. We can clean the dirt when we get time “
“Then why did you make the peaks?”
“It’s a sand castle, it looks nice like that that’s all. You know it won’t stand the rain, or the next wave.”
“Then why waste time? All you achieved is dirtying your hands. All those bacteria!”
The sun slid down behind the dark clouds, a wave came and washed off the sand heap.
Birds were flying back to their nest.
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