Well after you heard the whole story of mine, I would like to tell that after getting with Anaya my life has just been better, we had one kid together, a boy named Patol, she rasied him in a very delicate way and that is why he is successful today, I would like to give all the credit to her, I couldn’t even teach him Algebra formula, how could I even do that he always used to ask the reason why we learnt something, what was the logic behind a2+2ab+b2 even I didn’t knew. He is now married to a girl he found in his office on the very first year of joining, we both were very happy, when he was born and he cried, the tears of happiness on Anaya face was visible to me, not only she was happy for becoming a mother but also that her child could talk, I did all my efforts to make her feel that there isn’t anything bad on being mute, but deep inside I guess she had made her mind that the people who can talk are happy.
Today, my hairs have turned grey and I have eyes bags now, not that much visible as I have just turned 64 last year and Anaya turned 62, now we are the grandparents of a cute 7 year old kid who has been named Raj by Patol and his wife. Every morning Patol comes up to drop his son to our home as both are working in the same office, they have same shifts till now.
“Mom, I know, don’t worry…scold him. Why are you scolding me? "” I heard my son’s voice. I got up from my desk, I usually sit here and write some books or either read some books.
I went to the living room, Raj held Anaya, and Anaya was scolding Patol.
“Look, mothers have to scold their child, go to office Patol,” I said and defended my child.
“He scolded Raj for playing with the new toy I gave him for birthday,” Anaya said with her sign language.
“So what? Patol, that is very wrong. You should not do that,” I said, and then hugged my grandson.
“From the time Raj has born, he is getting more love than me,”
“Why won’t he? He is my cute little kid,” Anaya said with her sign language and then kissed Raj.
“Baba, say something,”
“She is your mother. She has the right to scold you,” I said and patted him.
“But…”
“Go otheriwise, you will get a scold by your wife,” I said and laughed.
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RomanceBased on the India of 1950s, a young writer, Palash Chakraborty falls in love with the girl named Amrita, his desire to become a writer comes true, his life is climbing a new step of success every day but then all of a sudden things tend to change d...
