When the drew drops settled for the leaves
The tree began grumbling in disgust
How could those dew drops send forth a chill to it's barren heart!
The tree mused for days basking under the prudent sun
The dew drops made the leaves sparkle
Sparing the old tree trunk a rugged look
The leaves were his, how could the dew drops outshine his glory!
He maintained his calm.
Autumn made his leaves quiver
They couldn't outlast it's wrath
The dew drops vanished in thin air
The wry leaves lost their charm
The old trunk in its glory stood rooted.
His solitude was finally rewarded.
All in the sands of time do disappear,
And all that remains are memories that you can't outlive.
I am the eldest grandchild in my family. And being the eldest, I was pampered a great deal by my grandparents. My aama (grandma) and baa (grandpa) always shielded me from every possible dangers including thrashings from maa. I have pleasant memories of evening story sessions as grandpa took me to bed. Aama would oil my hair and tie pony tails which resembled coconut trees that I used to draw. Sundays meant elaborate sessions with my grandparents. Baa would trim my nails, aama would fondle me to sleep. Their bed room was literally my playing room, my story book reading room, my painting room and what not. With time, as I grew, I got a room of my own but their room was still my favourite one. When I left for hostel, I missed them more than I missed my parents. It was in the year 2014, I had come home after my exams when aama received a pressure stroke . She couldn't make it. I had spent a month as he lay sick on her bed. All of a sudden, there was a role reversal. I could
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