People made of yesterday

Whenever I see my grandparents. I see many untold stories behind their similes. Sometimes they are hard to understand. Sometimes they feel me a body full of experience and Sometimes a little child trapped inside a old body.

Today grandchildren are not yoo connect with their grandparents because of headache schedule and routine. And i am one of them . I am a person who feel a lot bit never able to express. I never show my love to them. But show in the way of respect but both are different.

I still remember the day well when I saw tear in my grandfather eyes. They got the news that their oldest child is dead. My father big bother.

I only me and my grandfather alone at home. I see a child in their eyes. A child who only wants love and nothing else.

Its happen one and half year ago. Now things are on again on track. We called it the beauti of time. But still I sometimes found my grandparents in that grief. Their tear show this.

Time moves so fast that even not able to find out what we are missing. So it is important to stip and sit down to see what we achive and lost.