ḤOLDING ḤǠṆḌṢ👏
The Day when I made my family to have a pliable smile and joy on their faces was
my first cry to breathe in this sphere.My mother unselfishly transferred me to my
grandmother to initiate and raise me up.My mushy body got comforted on her
moderately warmth physique. I could hear her lovey-dovey heart beat for me,
such a feel is ineffable to experience.My cutie fingers cuddled on her fluffy hands.
At such times I madly cry for Time machine .Very soon I was accelerated
by my granny to a adult. Being an Adult is not as easy as getting a right
key to a lock. This is the phase of life in which you get easily adulterated.
Life is as fast as bullet train that one day we have to get down in a stop to
see how far we have reached our destination..I was surrounded by my
granny the noblewoman with lively and lion hearted who gives a kangaroo kick
to all her hurdles in life.She always kept her standards and pride at the height
of her own horizon.I have never met a lady with easy past who has etched
my heart by piling up with these words
" IF YOU GET TRAP YOU MUST ,WARP AND SHARP ACCORDINGLY TO LEAD A HARP LIFE"
INCIDENT ENDS WITH ACCIDENTS
I habitually sit in between her shin and we have a long
conversations and gossips. I don't know if there is any
paradise seat to cozy me like my granny's shin bone.
conversations and gossips. I don't know if there is any
paradise seat to cozy me like my granny's shin bone.
Disastrously one day when I got up I blew up her chin
with my head Alas!she lost a tooth.
Pain that we create acci-(dental)ly to our jaanu is like sugarcane in a
juice extractor .What have I done to my oberon?? I need Time machine arrogantly
On Mondays and Thursdays evening she pulls me to give a gentle MALISH and
interlaces my hair with neat braid. When her fingers ploughs roots of my hair
I whim like eternal love up. When I was a toddler I used to pee on my granny's
tummy because she had post baby belly after giving birth two girls and two boys.
She often pokes me saying it was me who made her tummy salty with white
patches.I really don't know why my neurons navigated me to her belly to pee.
That's why I badly cry for Time Machine.Getting old is an odd feeling for elders.
One's own agony and distress is always ignored by unfamiliar ones sometimes
ignored by our loved ones.As her toenails get patched up with skin I used to soak
her feet in water for minutes so that her nails suck to pulp.As people get older
they start to behave babyish with loads and tonnes of freak and quikyness which
these times leads them to old age homes My beau granny used to sleep with
a comb at night to scratch on her dermis where mosquitoes would mark their
lipsing to suck her sweet blood.Being sweet to the society with sweet blood
attracts diabolic which leads diabetes.Yes she was a diabetic patient I was the
one who made her days painful by injecting Insulin to her.She got so many
blood clots in her arms and thighs for the injection. During my college I received
a call that she was falling ill and wanna see me.Those were my study holidays I ran
to see her. I blackout when I saw her on bed with intravenous fluid.The lady
who was bold and courageous now lying poorly on death bed.Is this the same
lady who roared and raised voice during her tedious times unmindful of relations
and society ? Her soul passed away but her hands were right into my hands
holding tightly.My AMMA with charismatic and elegance will never fade away.
She has pierced my heart with her powerful and ingenious works and her
stiff times as a lesson.I pitifully need Time machine.
with my head Alas!she lost a tooth.
Pain that we create acci-(dental)ly to our jaanu is like sugarcane in a
juice extractor .What have I done to my oberon?? I need Time machine arrogantly
On Mondays and Thursdays evening she pulls me to give a gentle MALISH and
interlaces my hair with neat braid. When her fingers ploughs roots of my hair
I whim like eternal love up. When I was a toddler I used to pee on my granny's
tummy because she had post baby belly after giving birth two girls and two boys.
She often pokes me saying it was me who made her tummy salty with white
patches.I really don't know why my neurons navigated me to her belly to pee.
That's why I badly cry for Time Machine.Getting old is an odd feeling for elders.
One's own agony and distress is always ignored by unfamiliar ones sometimes
ignored by our loved ones.As her toenails get patched up with skin I used to soak
her feet in water for minutes so that her nails suck to pulp.As people get older
they start to behave babyish with loads and tonnes of freak and quikyness which
these times leads them to old age homes My beau granny used to sleep with
a comb at night to scratch on her dermis where mosquitoes would mark their
lipsing to suck her sweet blood.Being sweet to the society with sweet blood
attracts diabolic which leads diabetes.Yes she was a diabetic patient I was the
one who made her days painful by injecting Insulin to her.She got so many
blood clots in her arms and thighs for the injection. During my college I received
a call that she was falling ill and wanna see me.Those were my study holidays I ran
to see her. I blackout when I saw her on bed with intravenous fluid.The lady
who was bold and courageous now lying poorly on death bed.Is this the same
lady who roared and raised voice during her tedious times unmindful of relations
and society ? Her soul passed away but her hands were right into my hands
holding tightly.My AMMA with charismatic and elegance will never fade away.
She has pierced my heart with her powerful and ingenious works and her
stiff times as a lesson.I pitifully need Time machine.
" I am writing this post towards #BLOG&CELEBRATE contest by Novemberschild"
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