Aanya is a bit tired after the house warming ceremony of her dream house. In the evening with a glass in her hand, she is enjoying the view from her terrace. She is happy but missing her beloved granny. She remembered her on every good or bad occasion in her life but today is most special. She went back to that evening where seeds of her dream house were sown. Granny, where are you? Even before entering the house Aanya started calling her grandmother, her daily evening ritual after she returns from school. Granny was preparing Kesar badam milkshake, Anaya's favourite. Aanu baby I am here, wash your hands quickly and come to the balcony. Aanya threw her shoes-socks in one corner, put her bag on the sofa, washed hands and went to the balcony. Granny, granny sit fast said Aanya after gulping her milkshake quickly. Granny realised that even before she reached to her balcony chair, Aanya was done. She was wondering why her lazy doll is so quick today. Before she can think of anything Aanya asked her, do you remember you taught me a poem for that competition? "And... (Continuing in the caption) #shortstory #mydreamhouse #fiction #granny #grandchild #brokenheart #YourQuoteAndMine #yqbaba Collaborating with YourQuote Baba My Dream House Aanya is a bit tired after the house warming ceremony of her dream house. In the evening with a glass in her hand, she is enjoying the view from her terrace. She is happy but missing her beloved granny. She remembered her on every good or bad occasion in her life but today is most special. She went back to that evening where seeds of her dream house were
