Saroj looked in awe at the box full of brightly coloured threads. Blue, Pink, Red, Green- how beautiful they would look when blended into a shimmery sweater for little Prisha or a scarf for Ma.
When Saroj was young and visited Grandma in summer holidays, they sat for hours in the little room as Grandma weaved magic with the yarn and her needle. This is what I want to do when I grow up, it makes me so happy, Saroj thought.
But no one really makes a living out of spinning yarn these days said Mumma and Daddy and sent Saroj far away to study. Today as a doctor, he had fame, money, lived the high life but there was something missing. Passion it was.
Today on Grandma’s death anniversary, he had received a special gift. Her will mentioned that her most precious belonging- the yarn and needles and her sewing machine be bestowed upon her beloved grandson Saroj.
As he picked up the silky thread and the needle, tears trickled down his eyes. He knew where that gnawing ache came from and he missed Grandma sorely but she had given him the greatest gift of all today.
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Perfect. So many of us have to balance working for money and then finding time to do something we actually love to do. Glad he has finally found that balance.
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Memories of grandparents are special ones, the kind of thoughts we hold on to so tightly.
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Lovely writeup!!
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Thx so much!
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Saroj will be now a more rounded individual, it is a shame that he had to wait.
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Ya better late than never though!
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It is true what he is doing is more economically viable. This is practical. But knitting had his passion. He should do it on the side, may be. Always a struggle between what is loved and what is preferred.
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True as you said it’s a struggle between what we love and what’s perhaps the most viable option but best if we can nurture both
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The simple things in life are so often the most important. A delightful tale.
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That’s such a good observation Keith
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I really love a good grandparent story, nice take
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Me too! Thx
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I’m so happy that he found what he was missing. Great story, Akshata!
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Thx so Much Jade!
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Poor Saroj! So sad that his dreams were crushed, traded in for a place in the rat race. The bond we have with our grandparents is something that’s very special. I hope that at least now, he’ll be able to follow his passion, and fill that gnawing hole in his heart. Great story, Aksh! I loved it. ♥️
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Beautiful story Akshata. reminded me of one I had written some time ago called ‘the knitting needles’. indeed life is short and it’s important to find time for the things we love.
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Oh yeah now that you mention, it was about a girl right who loved to knit.
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