Dream Doll

I opened the gift box. There was a small doll and a letter. I touched the doll and then took the letter in my hands. My eyes moved through those lines.

“Dear brother,

Few years ago, when you said that you wanted to learn visual communication and not Engineering, I stood against you, not by will, but by force.

Few weeks ago, I was in the beach, looking at the pictures of the beautiful grains of sand, bottles half immersed, moving horses, playing kids, their expressions of joy, love, tears and loneliness that you captured in your rental camera.

A little girl came near me. “Can I see those pictures? Who clicked?” she asked raising her eyebrows.

“My brother,” I said showing her the pictures.

“He is a real photographer. His every click has life in it. I want to gift him.” She said giving me this Dora doll.

I realized my mistake. But it is not too late. With this letter, I am sending you, your dream; your dream to become a photographer. Never let your dream sleep.

With Love

Your sister”

I touched the doll again. Dream, that is what I live for, I reminded myself.