Grandmatales Stories

Random stories or Poems. Life is the only where we can be adventurous, death is always rest in peace

This is a story my grandmother used to tell me when I was a child-about a poor man named Mpulila Wayandala, whose pain became a song, and whose voice-though broken-saved lives. In his memory, and in honor of all the unsung heroes among us, I share this tale with the world.

*completed* This is a short Indian story. • • This story is about two little girls who visit their grandmother during their holiday's. Aditi and Gargi love history. Especially the story parts. They spend their days hearing stories about people they never knew existed until now. People who fought for India for freedom, not for fame. The four day stay is filled with banter's, fights, baking lessons, stories and more fights. At the end of their stay, they receive a shocking piece of news about their heritage. What could it be? • • • Please give this story a try. #37 in theambys21 #81 in indianstory #136 grandmother #152 in storytime

warning ⚠️ this story might be disturbing to some and therefore if anyone is uncomfortable with this ugly true paranormal experiences may not read.