#WritcoPoemChallenge
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house and the house was my maternal grandmother's house..
the games which were played with my cousin's...
the thefts for guvas and mangoes is a best experience but the thefts were find by my grandmother ...😌
grandfather he brought a lot of fruits from plain...
my maternal grandmother's house is in a small village which is with full of greenery... memories of my world with terrace sleeps, fight to watch Shin-chan instead of cricket match...
the naughty things when my grandmother was sleeping I pinch her and hide under the bed and bring too much of water to room and play holy to make the room nasty...
too many things 😔 I can't express them in one poem or in one story...
A house which looks old but create memories as gold...
A house which looks small but create large attachments...
A place which always creates smiles on my face....love you grandma and grandpa...#Ammaamma gari illu 🏘️🏡
© world with my thoughts