Stargazing just turned into staring at an empty sky as I lay there for most of the night. One face had just crossed amidst all the internal chaos and fight. Stressing every brain cell applying all my might. Still could not find a solution could not find if I was right. A shooting star 🌟 had just strewn across making the sky hell bright. Realisations dawned upon and clear came out the fact I was alone but I was never out of his sight. That mighty old man had not left me even on the death bed .Through all the doubts desparations disbeliefs and dilemmas he had held my hand and given me the greatest lessons of life One fine day left my hand finally when he made me strong and himself too weak of old age ,along with all the great souls he drifted away to meet the almighty Satiated with the charismatic realisation I found him somewhere along and that was all my might Remembering my grandfather #thirdquote
