Me
and my Grandfather
My second post is dedicated to my grandfather who passed
away one year before. I am realizing your loss when I write this story. Lots of
love to you my appuppa…..
It happened two years before, when I went to my native place. My grandfather was ill and he could not walk. Wheelchair was his only helper. When I saw him, I felt sympathy for him. But my grandmother told me that he didn’t require my sympathy but he needed help from me. His life was in a dark room. One day it was raining heavily outside and my grandfather called me and asked “What is that sound?” I told him that it was raining outside. I asked him “Do you want to see the rain?” He smiled and replied “Rain, flowers and nature all vanished from my life years before.”
I told him that I will
take him in the wheelchair to see the rain. He was very excited. I rolled his
wheelchair to the corridor and we enjoyed that evening watching nature. Tears
rolled down my grandfather’s cheeks. He whole heartedly thanked me for gifting
him a beautiful evening. That day I realized this …..
Respect the old when you’re young.
Help the weak when you’re strong
Because one day in our life we’ll be old and weak.
Written by Samarth Nair
Well written Bittu very much emotional
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DeleteNice. Moral- very valid points in life.
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DeleteHeart touching. Beautiful story Samarth.
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DeleteVery touching narration
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ReplyDeleteHeart touching .☺baby ammumma
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ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work Samarth. I liked your narration. Very valuable blog
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