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6 months earlier

Sia's grandfather was a jubilant man. His sudden death dispirited entire community.

Everyone called him Dadu including Sia. Dadu called Sia - Suchi. "You are the star that I can hold in my hand, Suchi.I thank Ishwar* for everything.", he used to exclaim, holding her tight. His love for his only grandchild knew no bounds.

Sia knew her grandfather so well as compared to any other family member.

He used to tell her stories of the world that only he could build and think about. She grew up listening to his stories.

Usually in India, children knew mythological stories, moral stories and stories of kings and warriors. But Sia's grandfather told her stories of unusual.

Come to think of his stories, they seem no real to her at present. But she thinks the stories had woven into her imagination so well that she has even started to imagine it so distinctly that the characters appear in front of her eyes.

She had believed that it is her part of imagination but the imagination is becoming strong day by day.





*Ishwar(hindi) means God.












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