@Moina59 28 August 2021 more from that month

One day I will grow old. White hair, hunched back, thick framed glasses. Do you remember me having a girlfriend in the middle of a rainy evening telling the story of my grandchildren sitting around? But what is he doing now? Is he also listening to the fairy tales of the grandchildren in the toothless mouth? Talking about the prince of fairy tales, is he also thinking about me? The grandchildren will be anxious to hear the story when we become silent thinking about all this. Some will hold hands, some will hold the corner of the Punjabi, some will take off their glasses, some will turn their hands on their bald heads and say in unison, 'Then what happened to that monster, Grandpa?' Then, behind their story, our story will be suppressed