My Grandma, a lady of love and humour, has taught me the magic spell of stories.
Stories of green, red, blood n fun.
I put my sleep aside for her glittering stories.
My childhood even I found later as a story unfinished...
A story carved with another...
She, i believe, nw may buisy with those kids in heaven.
Anyway i lost her.
But for me, her kid, dats another story within ours.
Story of life ends never
Though life itself a story
Let’s share stories till my grand ma comes back to take me heaven
Wont u?
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