Christmas is coming. well... everyone must wait for Santa Claus.
Thinking about that I remember my childhood memories of the day and my Santa Claus. yes, you heard it right I have my Personal Santa Claus and he has white hair, a big tummy and laugh like him hmm...almost.
We live under same Roof and As if he arrived to fulfill all the wishes that I was praying for..
He is the protector , a Warrior as he fight for Bad conditions In his life bravely, soft hearted person and we called him Baba(grand parent).
When I was small my father Used to very busy in work as he has to pay bills.And my mother always be a introvert when Comes to going out.So he put the duties on himself To catching the buses early, to buying stuff for the project. he was always there.
I have more memoriesWith him then my father (Not complainingBecause I understand).But sometimes thinking About how things went if he was not there. oh god .. wait i don't even want to think.
Now he getting old One side thinking about memories make me smile and on the other side reality strikes hard.
We all grow up But I am happy and feel the Gratitude that he always there for me.

Thank you Baba..




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hello everyone. just trying to write my first story if you like pls comment.. and tell me if you want part 2.