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A Day at The Beach

                                                                

It was a bright and sunny day and Shreya's family were planning to go to Besant Nagar beach. It was a long way from their home. Shreya slept off during the travel. At last her father woke her up "Wake up sweetie! We're here!" Shreya woke up at once. 

She was the one who opened the car door first.But when she stepped out a big white dog barked at her loudly. She quickly went back into the car. Shreyas's mother shooed the dog away. 

Shreya happily stepped out and ran into the beach. She took out her sand set and built a big beautiful castle. She collected many shells and stuck them on the path to the castle.

She then dug a big hole near the sand castle. She then stuck an Indian flag on the castle and said "I love Indian flags, they are so beautiful." She named the castle as Shreya's Castle and then ran near the sea.

She was so excited to see and feel the waves fall on her legs. There came a big wave, Shreya got all excited. The water swelled up to her chest because of the wave. She was

surprised. She named the waves the "Super Giant Shreya wave."  "Hey wave, you are my buddy! I name you the Super Giant Shreya wave. I love you buddy!"  said Shreya in excitement. 


Shreya came to the Besant Nagar beach every weekend. She also met her buddy wave and every time
she found her Sand castle perfect and standing. "What a magical thing" Shreya thought to herself and the buddy wave just gave her a  big shell. 

Shreya was happy and she lived happily ever after.

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  1. T.SrinivasanAugust 26, 2020 at 12:02 PM

    Super Shriyandhaa. Keep writing.
    Awaiting further stories from you. Best wishes

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  2. T.SrinivasanAugust 26, 2020 at 1:40 PM

    Iam excited to know about the sand castle really the ending of the story is so nice . keep working (writing) like the waves my dear grand daughter shriyandhaa

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  3. n a n d u _ m a nSeptember 5, 2020 at 11:13 AM

    Cute narrative story telling. Good one. Keep writing.

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