The Humble Glass marble
The humble glass marble, just a little bigger than the finger nail but such an immense source of pleasure. Used to be fascinated by them right from childhood. It was like they held a world of their own inside them. I would peep inside to know if there were secrets inside those magical streaks of colour, twisting and twirling inside. When a friend hit them into the crudely dug out muddy hole with his index finger and perfect aim , he was my hero. Though the worry always prevailed that those beautiful things would chip or crack. Wink into them and look with one eye and they brought the rainbow to you, hazy, dreamy rainbows. They were instrumental in causing occasional rifts when an opponent cheated to get the prettiest of the lot. But when happy they were also exchanged with a lot of love. Sometimes to be haughtily demanded back after an argument. In a world where people are literally losing their marbles, these tiny glass wonders can be sources of a trip down memory lane and sheer, inno...