@Sadiya63 16 June 2020 more from that month

Grandmother's story on a moonlit night

I went to the village house with my parents to celebrate Eid yesterday, one of the means of entertainment in Jyotsna. The customs office was going on. Suddenly, the nature around me was ablaze with light. Two or three days after Eid, there was no invitation. Later that evening, my younger sister sat down to listen to the story. Runu is capricious and will not fulfill that demand. It never happens or so after dinner, he sat in the courtyard. I was surprised to see their storytelling attitude .Because ,when Grandpa told the story, it seemed as if Grandma was presenting all the characters in the story to us. The story was about the president of Rakshas Khoksas. He was listening to their stories attentively that day. I was surprised to see that the elders of the house were approaching the story. Grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins ​​and sisters were present and listening to their stories. They were all listening to the story as if they were alive. This is the first time I've heard it, but I'm sure they've heard it many times before. I paid less attention to the story Because, I read the story to Grandma, so my focus was on the audience's interest in listening to the neighbors' stories rather than the stories. I saw and they are stories When I was listening, he suddenly stood up and called me and said, "Where is your mind without listening to the story?" Grandma was happy to hear me and said well, but you know the story too. I nodded my head in agreement. She told me to tell a story. She agreed at first, but at everyone's request, I told a story to everyone. Pulled. Then many nights. The little ones are not going to let go of the adults for fear of going to sleep.