As a child I was quite fascinated with frilly frocks and whenever got time used to day dream of a room filled with colorful frocks. As I grew up frocks changes to books ,a tree house, chocolate shower. I used to be the character I read. Loved to be the smart Nancy Drew. At times I used to get sufficient time to dream and when I was back to the real world, I used to feel refreshed. My teens were filled with day dreams of me travelling to far off places. Again it was peaceful when i was back from my dreamland! All of a sudden I was considered as an adult and I seldom got the free time to just lie down and travel into my world. If I managed to get time and was caught by someone, then there used to be a series of questions and advice. Then came a point where I stopped these mini rendezvous. Life had become monotonous.... Last week I met this sweet little girl in metro who started talking animatedly about how Doraemon came to her room and took her out and about Chota Bhee...