grandfather

My dadaji has an old, small radio that hasn't worked for two or three years. Despite that, he always keeps it right next to his bed.
One day, while I was cleaning his room, I picked it up and said, "Dadaji, ye kharab hai, fenk dete hai."
He got a bit defensive and angry. "Kharab nahi hai," he insisted. "Battery khatam hai."I told him I would go get a new battery. I went down to the market and searched three different shops, but no one carried those large, old-fashioned batteries anymore. One shopkeeper finally told me, "Yeh ab milta hi nahi hai bhai."
When I came back and told my grandfather the news, he didn't say a word. He silently took the radio back, wiped it down carefully with his handkerchief, and placed it right back in its usual spot.The next day, I caught him turning the knob again, listening intently even though there was nothing but silence. That was the moment I finally understood. He wasn't trying to listen to the radio; he was just comforted by the fact that it was still there. Sometimes our elder are right because old things are gold things we can't threw them