RAG DOLL: a toyish love story

She was an important part of me since my childhood without being a part of my life. She was a precious reason why I remembered every silly incident of my memory as a kid.

The gift for her was still lying safe in my cupboard and the apology for her was still living inside the kernel of my heart.

I know I won't find her. If I would find her then I too know that I would be a complete stranger to her. There was no point in Fortune will want us to bombard again. Who would take an interest to fulfil my wish to complete a silly story? Of course, no one.

I know I could never find my Rag Doll...