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.
Saturday, June 3, 2017
Graphic novels (TheTelegraphicTales)
All stories don't need words!
I picked up a graphic fiction from the store today, the 'Legends of Halahala' by Appupen. It's a silent classic tales of love and adventure from a mythical world through different periods of history. When I decided to start with it my initial reaction was, What is this? What is wrong with me? What did I just buy? but after an hour I made my favourite tea and thought about patiently taking a look at each and every page. Maybe that's what the artists want people to do. Their distinctive art is beyond our imagination yet the more it reaches to different regions the more it would be understood. Finally that is what I did, sat down with my cup of tea and looked at each and every picture, turning every single page carefully so as to not miss anything, until the very end where to my surprise I understood my version of the stories. Captivated in an era where my time seized. The artist is surely fascinating and was successful in making my first attempt at graphic novel awesome, leaving me hungry for more.
Signing out for now.
©Auldrin❤
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