I wanted to write and speak with the voice of a child, dream like a child dreams, and fantasize like only a child can. I wanted to search the world over and look for differences in the children’s stories. I wanted transient time and spaces and to traverse a world that only children understand. I wanted to speak the language of children in many different languages. And so I did it, with my stories. But in so doing, I too became a child; and like a child have learned. The lesson? Ho! Ever so simple: I learned that it is in the fantastic world of a child’s dream that we find our soul, the true and pristine meaning of the word love. Such is the beauty and simplicity to be found in Anthology of a Childhood Dream.
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