(Hey readers,
Got a big chapter ready and seriously this chapter flooded my emotions as typed every word which had an impression that still pierces my heart -
It's something I think is a significant chapter in itself... Hope you like it!
Yours,
Author)
Surely, now grandma was completely churned into the wheel... But...a good say started for others otherwise!
Like it was a chance to live some time with an old generation maybe sticker but still soother...
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" papa, his sisters, and his brother of whom great grandpa has only heard of by herculean were now chirped around the old man who laugh through his silvery beard, still not getting his hands on the walking stick that many of his age had chosen to rely on, Tough blood!
The same one grandpa inherited...
But,
Not only between his grandkids,
Great-grandfather was already popular because of his personality- of a tall dark man even to his grandchildren's friends however now the chance to understand a bit of their childishness-- it was when his strictness seem to be on the verge of questioning!
At the other end where he had left his home of hills to stay in isolation to get a new taste for some initial time-
Locking the door which never supposedly could have any history of closing, securing the beloved home from the invasion of any thief or creek
But who did have known that the one breaking the lock would have been His blood?!
(in a deep yet gloomy bleak, as I proceeded with)
Mmm... His youngest son was the culprit who Broke into the home where he was born and then bought up, without any pinch of hesitation!
Why?!
Only to pay off his mere debt... That he devastated the whole room of great grandpa like a tiger searching for the lamb...
And when he finally found them in some big silver cubical box- he toss the rest of the 'unworthy stuff' as it seems to him, which was of a great remembrance to great-grandpa...
How could someone be so cold, so emotionless?!
But it wasn't just the lock that was broken, great grandpa was shattered!
How could a son do something to his family, he thought and cursed his parenting...
All great grandpa was ever focused on was his reputation in society and then his parenting
And now both seem to have been in dust after all those 70 years when he was predicting that he was done with all his duties!
It was like a sword trespassed into his old-blooded heart!
"Chandi...I am going back!" he announced with a palpitated heart as soon as the news reached him like a jungle fire, and Hercules knew he couldn't stop him at any stake!
But, little grandchildren of him didn't know the depth of the situation going on and asked their grandfather in an innocent-
"Grandfather, when are you coming back now?!"
"I don't know if I am going to ever come back now..." he said in a way that my father couldn't forget still today, then he was not so coherent to think of the true meaning that great grandpa had said but now he recollects the same memories they seem to hurt...but now what, the time has slipped like dry sand!
And they just saw him leaving with a smile that was filled with trauma- the trauma that he never resurfaced from, beside him walked his faithful wife but then after a few months, they heard-
Their beloved grandpa had flown to the stars- far far from their reach ever again!