This goes back to the time in the 90's when nanu was still with us, all of us happy inside our bubble which we thought was protected even by the heaviest of the rains. He was a grandfather to nine kids and loved each of them with all of his heart. He had a habit of feeding the roadside beggers, conversing with the tea-stall vendors, newspaper man, postman like they were all his friends and their stories were important to be heard. Everyday on returning home he would buy fresh vegetables & meat and ask grandma to cook her best recipes so that he can feed everyone he meets the next morning well. But all these are stories I've heard growing up except for the one in which we, the grandkids were an essential part. Everyday he bought chocolates and candies equally as well as of the same flavours in the multiples of nine which on returning home he would keep in different packets dividing for each of his grand child. We got our packets during every meeting and they used to be refilled by the time we got to see him again. It took me years after he passed away to realise what he had been doing all those years, teaching us the lesson of 'sharing' by dividing in his own style. He was different but so are we, togetherness is what we learnt and promised to remain the same forever.
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Sharing (TheTelegraphicTales)
This goes back to the time in the 90's when nanu was still with us, all of us happy inside our bubble which we thought was protected even by the heaviest of the rains. He was a grandfather to nine kids and loved each of them with all of his heart. He had a habit of feeding the roadside beggers, conversing with the tea-stall vendors, newspaper man, postman like they were all his friends and their stories were important to be heard. Everyday on returning home he would buy fresh vegetables & meat and ask grandma to cook her best recipes so that he can feed everyone he meets the next morning well. But all these are stories I've heard growing up except for the one in which we, the grandkids were an essential part. Everyday he bought chocolates and candies equally as well as of the same flavours in the multiples of nine which on returning home he would keep in different packets dividing for each of his grand child. We got our packets during every meeting and they used to be refilled by the time we got to see him again. It took me years after he passed away to realise what he had been doing all those years, teaching us the lesson of 'sharing' by dividing in his own style. He was different but so are we, togetherness is what we learnt and promised to remain the same forever.
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