" blanchland , northemberland, ENGLAND " :
a lonely heart named bermingham sat on a wooden chair, who was enjoying the weather outside from his long balcony...
he saw that his son came to visit him with his children from balcony
........ knocks the door.......
"oh am i in dream... my reality.. just now i m thinking about u my dear son.. i m.. i i i m really happy to see you" says bermingham.. who opened the door
" its nothing but... they use to say a myth.. that morning dreams come true, that's all"
says a young guy, son of bermingham
" hmm hmm... yes my boy... so howzz life going?"
"haa its simply pleasant without you.. haha.."
" haa yeah.. now are you happy?"
"yaa of course dad.. but itseems you are missing someone"
"haa not exactly son.... but sometimes your mother "
.......
"
" oyeee.. grandpa.. you didnt missed me"
" ohhhhhhh wowwww.. michel. ..ah i love you.. i missed you so so much"
" haha. you are acting haa"
" hey really my son"
"hmm ok... lets have a seat"
...
the grand child michel loves his grandpa.. a lot. every week he use to come and haves a cup of tea..
as michel and his father were leaving far from bermingham.. he feels lonely in his home
" sooo.. hows my tea?"
"oyee '' ginger '' should i give compliment to ur tea...."
" haha ya thank you... i know you will enjoy it.... and by the way don't call me 'ginger'... you curly cat"
" haa i love my hair style.. that is curly so what in it.."
" you both started again, let me enjoy the drink"
interacts bermingham's son
" dwayne you are drinking more.. my son"
" yaa dad i know.. when it was your 'ginger'"
" haha dad also called you 'ginger'"
" don't take that name funny young man"
....
" michel... what are you planning to do next after your studies?" (keeping his cup on the table)
" what.. grandpa did you forget that i completed my studies two years back only.."
" oh really... i think.. hamm i forgot"
" so what are you up to"
" hmm... ya i m now going to be head of a branch..."
" hmm thats good"
" you know what grandpa.. my friends are jealous of my position in my company"
" hmm.. thats coool.. michel.. but"
michel breaks his conversation and says
" ok 'ginger' lets go out for sometime"
.........
" grand pa, i want to ask you something.."
gulping his drink
" yaya tell... i too want to talk something.. getting bored enough"
" why i called you ginger"
" whaat is that a question.. my boy"
" means ah.. ah. how i got this name"
"hmmm that's the right question.. dear"
" your father practiced you to call me"
" what... oh ya yaaa"
" by the way why my father called you
ginger"
" because it was called by these people of this town"
" what... thats osm... really i had ever known"
" haha if you call now no one will respond.. my boy"
seeing his wife's picture in his wallet
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GINGER (a short story)
Short Storythis is a short story, about an old man who has his past..and tells his grandchild.. that how his position or fame made his life miserable "that position will not last forever"
