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I had just received a call from grandpa. His every word had a crack for air in between.
He sounded busy . May be he was in his garden watering his plants or in kitchen preparing supper for himself .

I remembered the time when every summer break used to be full of secrets and stories. But this time i was old enough to question and disagree at every line of them.
I remembered the stories of beautiful forts and magic in them. The magic that used to give my sleepless eyes tears of drowsiness at night.
Roaming in my room lost in everlasting nostalgia, my chain of thoughts broke when my toe got bruised by a black suitcase
lying horizontally near my study table.

Yes, there were only few days to catch the train to Jammu. I was more than excited to meet everyone after seven whole years since my grandma passed away.

I wasn't sure whether i was going to miss those stories anymore but right now ...i was missing the story-teller!



Thinking of all those , I slipped to the kitchen where everyone was already present for dinner.



TO BE CONTINUED......

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