I was 9 years into life. Summer Holidays, My Nana Abbu (maternal grandfather) was on his death bed, a sofa actually so death sofa? He found it more comfortable. But why sofa? Isn't a table more comfortable?
My mamu had a hobby of birds and shit. So there was this Australian bird couple I used to call TOTA TOTI simple and pull their tails whenever they sat near the cage's open side and collect Feathers as collectible items. They hated me for sure. I remember I was sketching or trying to sketch their shape and features. Nana abbu was there laying on death sofa watching national geographic channel on SONY cathode.ray.tube. BOX monitor. I didn't give shit. I was sketching and all. That he noticed me, called me and checked for sketch mistakes?
He liked it. He gave me candies.
2 months after his death, Nano (maternal grandmother) told me that Nana told all his side relatives about my sketch and flexed well before dying. I cried hard.
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Betrayal or Petrayal?
Non-FictionWith me in that high paradise. On a unicorn made up of light. Oog, bean, doggy, king cat, Garfield And All my friends I'm sure will ride.
