Next morning along with my grandparents I came out to inspect the damage to our garden and saw our neighbor was there in his garden too, but looked upset as his plants were uprooted.
Sukesh is a great storyteller. whenever power’s gone, we surround him and listens to his stories. One such night, we had a discussion about “The Taste of Alcohol”.
Next day they both skip college and go to the bank of Ganges to discuss the business plan. Purshottam tells Esh that he wants to make shoes which Britishers and Indians will wear.
It is now daily routine, cruelty runs over me again and again, and now nothing matters. We wish or we don’t , I am not the only one here. Every one has some or other story.
Amla had a disapproving expression on her face. “You will not do that. Birds should never be caged. Set them free. They are meant to fly, and not to be caged.”
the joy of staying as a kid forever is a blessing. I realize all this now, only when I sit in front of my grandson as his 70-year-old kid with my own set of golden playing cards in my hands.
As I sat down on the park bench with him, I could not help but admire him, my idol. He was close to seventy five, but had the energy and vigour that would put young lads to shame.
This Hindi funny story about Iliyas and his grandson. Every one in our life sometime give more attention to something else than our relation.
We realise the value and true worth of many things in life, when they are long gone, and we are just left with memories including the final goodbye and so the funerals are definitely for the living not dead.