Now we hardly talk to each other but Its so good to listen to your stories now , to think about those moments , the mischievous you, everything seems like I'm still living in your world.
This is my life now. Yes I have little grandchildren and one of them has your name, for, I wanted you to be around me. I tell them, all of your stories and it brings a solace to my heart when I speak about it. You have become their favourite story while sleeping in foggy dark night beneath the blanket , under the shade in the sun, and while sitting with the stars. I still wonder about your generation and think that whether they'll be knowing about me or I was just in the dust and flew away in the hard storm.