#StoryStarter | She sat alone on the sea shore in the fading light of dusk...
Perhaps she would build a sand sculpted rendition of the Taj Mahal, or maybe a tiny replica of the Eiffel Tower. The possibilities were endless, at least until the sun fully set and she couldn't see her own hands in front of her face. But for now, she was content sitting amidst the grains of sand, pondering at the uncertainty of life and the unexpected joy found in the simple act of building sandcastles
Rakesh Kumar
@RakeshKumar2023 · 0:40
We make sandcastle, we know that it will be washed out by the waves of the sea, or we can say, by the waves of time. But still, while making it, we get a joy. And that is life. Everything will be forgotten. But still we have to do our actions