A Letter to My Daughter: The Magic Hidden in Your Toy Box

Dear Meera,

One day, when you're older and your favorite toys have been tucked away in memory boxes, I hope you’ll find this letter. And I hope it reminds you of just how magical your childhood truly was.

Do you remember the day we went to the best toy shop in Gurgaon? You wore your sparkly blue sandals and carried your pretend purse with two coins and a sticker in it. You walked in like you were entering a palace, eyes wide, heart open.

What we brought home that day was more than just toys—it was wonder, imagination, and a whole lot of you.

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The First Treasure: Your Scentos Pen

You picked up the Scentos pen almost immediately.

It was bright, colorful, and had little cartoon fruits dancing on the packaging. I wasn’t sure why you were so drawn to it—until you opened the cap, scribbled a heart, and suddenly looked up with the biggest grin.

“It smells like strawberries, Mama!”

That little pen made you want to draw all afternoon. You filled page after page with flowers, clouds, and your name written in bubble letters. I watched quietly as the scent and color pulled your creativity out, making art something joyful rather than just “homework.”

Who knew a scented pen could do all that?

Scentos pen

BFF Dolls: More Than Just Toys

Later that evening, you opened your box of BFF dolls.

You named them Mia and Zara, and by bedtime, they had already become sisters, astronauts, doctors, and ballerinas. You gave them voices, arguments, secrets. You made them dance and cry and sometimes save the world with magical bubble powers.

I listened from the hallway.

You weren’t just playing. You were creating a world where everything was possible. Where friendship was fierce and fearless. Where dolls had dreams, just like little girls.

Your BFF dolls taught me something I hadn’t realized: children don’t need elaborate games or gadgets. They just need characters they believe in—and the space to tell their own stories.

The Unicorn Pouch That Holds More Than Things

Of all the things we brought home that day, your unicorn pouch may have been the smallest—but it’s the one you use the most.

You store your stickers in it. Sometimes your erasers. Sometimes your tiny friendship bracelet kit. And once, I even found a note you’d written to your future self:

“Don’t forget how fun it was being little.”

I nearly cried.

Because that unicorn pouch isn’t just fabric and glitter. It’s your secret keeper. Your treasure chest. Your pocket of possibilities.

And every time you zip it open, I see a part of you bloom.

unicorn pouch

Toys That Bring Us Closer

I’ve come to realize that the best toy shop in Gurgaon didn’t just give us good products—it gave us memories.

Every toy we picked out together has become a part of your everyday life. They're your companions during lonely afternoons, your comfort on stressful school nights, your tools of joy and self-expression.

And in sharing those moments with you—watching you play, listening to your wild stories, helping you find your lost Scentos pen under the couch—I get to relive a bit of my own childhood, too.

Looking Ahead, Holding On

You’ll grow older. You’ll trade your unicorn pouch for a real bag. Your BFF dolls will be replaced by group chats. You’ll use gel pens instead of scented ones. And that toy shop will become just another store you pass by on the way to somewhere else.

But I hope you always carry a little part of this with you.

The joy of picking your own doll. The surprise of a pen that smells like fruit. The magic of a pouch that feels like it holds the world.

And more importantly—I hope you always believe in your stories. The ones you played out on the floor. The ones you whispered to your dolls. The ones that made you smile just because they were yours.

One Last Thing

If I could bottle the feeling of that day—your excitement, your curiosity, your happiness—I would.

But I guess we did bottle it, in a way. In a scented pen, in a doll’s smile, in a sparkly unicorn pouch.

That’s the thing about toys. The right ones don’t just entertain. They stay with us. They shape who we become.

So thank you, Meera, for letting me into your world.

And thank you, little pen, doll, and pouch—for helping me see it all. Read More!