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Wait unto Death ( Part-9)

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Continued from (Part-8) After the vacation were over, grandson left for the city under great compulsions leaving behind the grandfather in an ocean of agony. It was a pleasant day after many days of continuous snowfall. The whole village was shining in bright sunlight the way Big Father shone for few days during the company of his grandson. But again beautiful time could not lasted long. To the village evening came with dark clouds and for the Big Father, grandson left him once again. Both the village and Big Father were in a gloomy mood. Big Father stood up from his wooden arm chair, it appeared that his old eyes wanted the eternal rest now. At this juncture of life, after passing through the numerous phases of life, he had only one wish in his heart, he wanted to see whole of his scattered family with him once again in his empty big house. He also knew that all his sons had settled down at different places, so assembling them at one place was quite impossible. Slowly walking towards ...
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Childhood- Part.1

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A traditional India hilly village surrounded by huge mountains and snow clad peaks of Mighty Himalaya.  There was a clean water stream flowing through the middle of the village. The mountains were covered by evergreen Cedar forests. After every rain the cold mist would  remain on the heights of mountains for longer time. The village consisted a habitat of few families which were marginally poor. Their wooden log houses with horizontal muddy terrace always became a problem for the villagers during rains and winter as the water seeped in easily. Only one house in the centre of the village was considerably bigger and had a tin sheeted sloppy roof. It was a luxury to had a house like that, because people didn’t needed to go out in the rain and repair the seepage. The house belonged to the village head, who was also the priest of the village. The residents of this village were absolutely simple innocent and transparent hearted. They always spoke what was inside their hearts.The vil...
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Childhood- Part.1

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A traditional India hilly village surrounded by huge mountains and snow clad peaks of Mighty Himalaya.  There was a clean water stream flowing through the middle of the village. The mountains were covered by evergreen Cedar forests. After every rain the cold mist would  remain on the heights of mountains for longer time. The village consisted a habitat of few families which were marginally poor. Their wooden log houses with horizontal muddy terrace always became a problem for the villagers during rains and winter as the water seeped in easily. Only one house in the centre of the village was considerably bigger and had a tin sheeted sloppy roof. It was a luxury to had a house like that, because people didn’t needed to go out in the rain and repair the seepage. The house belonged to the village head, who was also the priest of the village. The residents of this village were absolutely simple innocent and transparent hearted. They always spoke what was inside their hearts.The vil...
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Childhood-Part .3

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Continued from (Part -2) After many efforts the little boy succeeded to motivate his father for taking him back to village for the weekend. On reaching the village the boy directly ran towards the nearby farm where his mother was working. He hugged his mother and cried for some time saying that he don’t  want to go back to town. He innocently said, he was ready to do any kind of work in the village but would never go back to his new school. His mother had also tears in her eyes but was silent, she knew that all this was happening for his good future only. The boy ran towards the village temple where his grandfather was praying. Seeing the boy running, Big Father came out of temple and hug the boy but boy was very upset and silent, he pulled his grandfather back inside the temple and said, “all the villagers said that God listen to you please ask the God that I should fall seriously ill till next day so that my father cant not take me back to the town”. Grandfather was shocked to he...
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Silence of Grave & Peppy Teen (Part-7)

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  Continued from Part. 6 Coming back to the city the boy continued with his education, but most of the time his heart and mind was lost in observing the happenings around him and finding a lesson out of those incidents.  Months passed by and it was time for winter vacations. Winter had lots of golden memories in his mind. He had seen so many snowfalls with his grandfather listening to many exciting stories about the snow and life during snow season in the high altitude of Himalayan villages. The boy had all the memories fresh in his mind like blow of frosting winds, piles of snow, covered trees, disappearing of neighbouring mountains, changing of the horizons during winters, dropping and sagging of trees with snow, foggy nights etc. That winter he had decided to celebrate the whole season differently. He moved his grandfather with him to the city.  It was not that the Big Father had come to this city for the first time. It was during his days of struggle he visited this c...
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