My summers were spent in Bombay with grandparents. As a kid, I disliked leaving my friends and all the possible fun we could have had but at the same time the thought of being with my grandparents and the entire gang in Bombay was enticing.
My grandpa was one of a kind. There wasn't a concept called unhappiness. I knew not what sorrow meant, when with him, I felt secure. I remember grandpa to be a happy soul, cheerful and always content with life. He didn't have no worries in life me feels; quite contrary to the truth but that was the kind of man he was.
I wish I had half the strength as him, nevertheless I will try and that people, is what is called Osmosis. He lives on.
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