When I was little, my Dad used to issue books from the library in the summer so that my brother and I wouldn’t spend all our time watching television or playing computer games. He used to bring any book we asked him to. They included Roald Dahl, Goose Bumps and other such books.
One summer, my Dad brought home a few books by Enid Blyton, on the recommendation of the librarian. So, I picked up one of them ,and started reading the short stories. Eventually I had gone through every book. When I was somewhere in the middle of the last book, I realised that a lot of her stories talked about toys coming to life. Even then, the thought creeped me out..I mean…my toys were NOT supposed to do that.
So today when I came back home and say these two staring out the window so longingly, it just made me wonder… Seriously..?