This is in response to Rochelle’s Weekly Photo Prompt for Friday Fictioneers.
Word Count: 100
“Granny, what’s there in that bag?“
“Grand dad’s love”
“Show me”
“You cannot see. You have to feel it.”
And so it passed from one generation to the next.
What an inheritance! Sometimes I thought to myself.
Yet when my children asked I gave the same reply as granny gave.
Till one day while spring cleaning the bucket shaped bag was brought down and dusted robustly.
And a tear in the lining spilled out a few sparkling granules.
“What are these granny?’
I blinked twice.
Was my cataract again playing mischief???
91 Words
You can read the other stories here.
Brought tears 😭
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I hope they tears of happiness Professor Sahab
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Absolutely overwhelmed
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Thank you so much Rajendraji
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A diamond of a story
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Hee…Hee…flight of fancy. Question is where did they come from ? 😮😮
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Surprise 😍. A good one Geetaji.
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Thank you Rupali. Hope I had a grand dad and granny like them. 😆😂
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What a beautiful piece… so simple yet so deeply touching. That ‘granddad’s love’ turning into something real gave me goosebumps. Truly a priceless inheritance ❤️
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Thank you Rajeshwari. Glad you liked the FF. Will read and comment on your blogs by evening. Taking it slow. TC
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A lovely and moving story Geeta.
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Thank you so much Sadje
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You’re most welcome dear friend.
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Yes, I feel the love.🤩 Beautiful entry, gc. The cataract adds an old vibe.🤗
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Thank you so much Hazel.
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Crystalised love!
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Yesss…..thank you Neil
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Geetaji, kya khoobsurat aur ehsaas bhari kahani likhi hai aapne. “Grand dad’s love” ko itne simple aur gehre tareeke se dikhaya — dil ko chhoo gaya. Wo bag ek symbol ban gaya hai un emotions ka jo shayad dekhe nahi ja sakte, par mehsoos zaroor kiye ja sakte hain. Last mein jo twist hai, wo toh aur bhi sochne par majboor karta hai — sach mein, kya wo sirf granules the ya kuch aur? Bahut hi sundar aur soulful writing. 🌸
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Thank you so much Maha. I feel humbled by your effusive appreciation
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so many grandparents story this week. i wonder why? 🙂
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That’s true…
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Treasure! This was lovely, and funny.
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Thank you so much
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Ah, a lovely one, Geeta!
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Thank you so much Chris
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Geeta, I’m glad things fell out like they needed to. I bet they will be put to good use (e.g. education, home repair.)
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Exactly. After the first way of surprise is over.
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A sweet, tender story with a cute little ending, Geeta.
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Thanks Mary
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