Grandpa was slowly arranging the lamps, carefully wiping the
dust, smiling once in a while, like being lost in distant memories.
dust, smiling once in a while, like being lost in distant memories.
A stray tear ran down his cheek as he felt the surface of a
white lamp, reflecting the ache in his heart.
white lamp, reflecting the ache in his heart.
Grandma had gifted those to Grandpa on every happy occasion,
which irked him to no end but this was her own adorable way of proving her
point.
which irked him to no end but this was her own adorable way of proving her
point.
Grandma was blind when she breathed her last 2 days back.
The lamps that now beautifully stood on the shelf symbolized
that he was indeed the light of her eyes.
that he was indeed the light of her eyes.
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@Arti
awww that is so sweet of you 😀 thank you
@Kathy
thank you thank you so much 😀 😀
@Biswas
Glad you liked it 😀 thank you
@Nan
thank you so much 😀