The next day, the family spent a long day at the beach. Nishu had a lovely time collecting shells and building sand castles, apart from flinging balls fashioned out of sand at her dad,
He began to feel lonely and deserted. He missed all those views before and the crowd of people playing and leaving their footsteps on him and most of all he missed his friend- the Seashell.
Editor’s Choice: He engaged in serious conversation with the bluish red flickering flame that he thought radiated her undying love. He imagined she was watching him through the waning light
“So you collect things?” “Yes” I said, “What kind of things?” She asked. “Oh, things like that and these!” I said, “What are that?”…