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Aanya's Grandpa

By Usha Sinha


Aanya of 23 has come to home in her college vacation. She is a girl of  vibrant beauty with a sharp intellect . Her soft smile and sparkling eyes always inspired people around her. But today when she came it was different Aanya. With a sombre greeting she went inside her room. Everyone again returned to their busy chores. But grandpa who was eagerly waiting for her coming , at once faded his joy.


Right from her childhood days Aanya was favourite of her grandfather. Together they went for walk, did yoga played games and had fun. For any trivial matters she used to discuss and ask him for the solutions. She always remained lively and cheerful. The dazzling spark which she always acquired on her face was missing today. 


Next morning grandpa was ploughing g the soil in his garden when Aanya came there. Aanya looked at the blossoming roses and gave a pleasing smile. Grandpa said, “ you need to take utmost care for proper blossoming “. Aanya stood silent . Grandpa then asked her if something is wrong.  She only replied cold “no grandpa“. “Then why are you so silent?. How is your college and friends ?” “Everything is fine.” ”There is lot of study pressure . I could not complete my project. Due to which my semester result didn’t go well.”


“This result isn’t the final one, there lot more examinations will come and many more times you will have to work on “ replied grandpa.  Our life is like this garden , full of different plants and colourful flowers. To make it beautiful  we have to dig the soil, water it and let it live under the sun under the sky. So if life dig us we need to be calm and water our soul and smile.


By Usha Sinha


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