There was a small hut in front of my father's parents big mention. And in that hut, there was a old man was used to live with his wife and some goats. He was used to play flute. He had no kids. I totally adored him, his work. He was used to go in jungle with his goats and played flute.
We ( espacially I) were not allowed to talk them. My grandmom was used to take me in her lap all the time but I was tried to go to that old man.
One day, everyone was taking nap, I heard his flute, he was coming back from forest and I ran from home, went to him, He took me in his lap and gave me custard apple! how sweet was it! and gave me his one of kid( goats)! I played with it then he gave me milk of goat, though I din't like it cause I was used to drink powder milk. I enjoyed every moment with him, his wife and his goats. His wife used to kissed on my cheaks!
Pure love!
Suddenly I have heard my uncle's voice who was searching for me in village. I was broughten to home back and my grandmom scolded poor couple that not to touch or even see her grandchild! They cried...........:(
for me. Then I had decided that I'll meet him whenever I want to, without telling anyone in the family. My parents were cool and agreed going me to him. I was very happy so he was. He never forget to bring custard apple for me in his life time. Time was passing..... I went to high school, old man was growing too ( older n older) I remember that sunny morning, my grandfather, my father were talking to other villagers. They asked to my father about me. He said, will go medical school. My grandfather said why don't you ask old man to give his name to me so that I can get reservation seat ( which was for poor students).......I got shattered.
Using my old man!!!!!!
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