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THINK ONCE MORE-23 I GOT MY ANSWER My grandmother's love for my grandfather was never in words and gestures. It was deep inside her heart. They hardly talked with each other and the whole of their time was for their kids. When she died at an early age, there was absolutely no tears in my grandfather's eyes. He was quite normal and never let us feel at any point of time about what he had lost. After the death of my grandmother, my grandfather lived for another twenty-five years completely identifying himself with our happiness and sorrow. In this long period, I have never found him thinking and speaking about my grandmother. Doubting his intensity of love I once asked him, how much he loved my grandmother whom we had lost ten years before. My grandfather just looked at me. For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes. And I got my answer. My grandfather and grandmother never dined together, never travelled together, probably never lived together. They never lived for each other, but together they lived for their family in which they found the fulfilment of their love, dreams and passion.Unlike us they lived a happy and contented life, never complained, never repented, never pretended, never borrowed, never did something which their conscience never approved, never aspired for something beyond their reach and lived life to the full. I think our love is rarely from the heart, it is mostly in words and gestures. Despite having all the amenities of life I do not think the quality of my life is better than that of my grandparents. There was no electricity, no telephone, no television in their times, but they lived a very happy and contented life in the midst of nature, in an atmosphere of genuine love and concern. I am still at a loss to understand whether anything we call modern add to our lives or take the juice out of it. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty © #THINK ONCE MORE-23 I GOT MY ANSWER My grandmother's love for my grandfather was never in words and gestures. It was deep inside her heart. They hardly talked with each other and the whole of their time was for their kids. When she died at an early age, there was absolutely no tears in my grandfather's eyes. He was quite normal and never let us feel at any point of time about what he had lost. After the death of my grandmother, my grandfather lived for another twenty-five years completely identifying himself with our happiness and sorrow. In this long period, I have never found him thinking and speaking about my grandmother. Doubting his intensity of love I once asked him, how much he loved my grandmother whom we had lost ten years before. My grandfather just looked at me. For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes. And I got my answer.
THINK ONCE MORE-23 I GOT MY ANSWER My grandmother's love for my grandfather was never in words and gestures. It was deep inside her heart. They hardly talked with each other and the whole of their time was for their kids. When she died at an early age, there was absolutely no tears in my grandfather's eyes. He was quite normal and never let us feel at any point of time about what he had lost. After the death of my grandmother, my grandfather lived for another twenty-five years completely identifying himself with our happiness and sorrow. In this long period, I have never found him thinking and speaking about my grandmother. Doubting his intensity of love I once asked him, how much he loved my grandmother whom we had lost ten years before. My grandfather just looked at me. For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes. And I got my answer. My grandfather and grandmother never dined together, never travelled together, probably never lived together. They never lived for each other, but together they lived for their family in which they found the fulfilment of their love, dreams and passion.Unlike us they lived a happy and contented life, never complained, never repented, never pretended, never borrowed, never did something which their conscience never approved, never aspired for something beyond their reach and lived life to the full. I think our love is rarely from the heart, it is mostly in words and gestures. Despite having all the amenities of life I do not think the quality of my life is better than that of my grandparents. There was no electricity, no telephone, no television in their times, but they lived a very happy and contented life in the midst of nature, in an atmosphere of genuine love and concern. I am still at a loss to understand whether anything we call modern add to our lives or take the juice out of it. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty © #THINK ONCE MORE-23 I GOT MY ANSWER My grandmother's love for my grandfather was never in words and gestures. It was deep inside her heart. They hardly talked with each other and the whole of their time was for their kids. When she died at an early age, there was absolutely no tears in my grandfather's eyes. He was quite normal and never let us feel at any point of time about what he had lost. After the death of my grandmother, my grandfather lived for another twenty-five years completely identifying himself with our happiness and sorrow. In this long period, I have never found him thinking and speaking about my grandmother. Doubting his intensity of love I once asked him, how much he loved my grandmother whom we had lost ten years before. My grandfather just looked at me. For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes. And I got my answer.
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#think ONCE MORE-23 I GOT MY ANSWER My grandmother's love for my grandfather was never in words and gestures. It was deep inside her heart. They hardly talked with each other and the whole of their time was for their kids. When she died at an early age, there was absolutely no tears in my grandfather's eyes. He was quite normal and never let us feel at any point of time about what he had lost. After the death of my grandmother, my grandfather lived for another twenty-five years completely identifying himself with our happiness and sorrow. In this long period, I have never found him thinking and speaking about my grandmother. Doubting his intensity of love I once asked him, how much he loved my grandmother whom we had lost ten years before. My grandfather just looked at me. For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes. And I got my answer.