The sun beat down warmly on our backs as Riha giggled, her tiny hands patting sandcastle walls that crumbled just as quickly as she built them. Sand stuck to her cheeks, forming a tiny golden moustache that made me erupt in giggles.
"Oh no, Riha! Look at your face!" I exclaimed, tickling her tummy, sending her into another fit of giggles.
Riddhant, ever the playful one, scooped up a handful of sand and pretended to sprinkle it on Riha's head. "Uh oh, it's starting to rain!" he boomed in a silly voice.
Riha squealed, batting at his hand with her own sand spraying everywhere. We all dissolved into laughter, the sound echoing across the vast beach.
"Dada, no rain!" Riha declared, her voice a sweet mix of baby babble and proper words.
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