There was this story my Grandpa used to tell me everytime I would get scared.
I would call my grandpa and cry my eyes out. I preferred not going to him as it would make situation worse for both of us.
And he used to comfort me and tell this story that he had heard somewhere:
Once there was a kid who suddenly saw a monster appear in front of him out of the blue.
Monster was 100 times the size of the poor little kid and he was Glaring hard at him with his fiery eyes and roaring ferociously.
The kid got scare, sat down and hid his face with his hands and started crying.
He could no more see the monster but he could his chilling voice.
He kept on sobbing and sulking until he couldn’t hear the monster.
Then he realized one thing… the monster hasn’t moved closer a single step…he just appeared and terrorized… he did not come closer..
The boy lifted this head and looked at him in the eye. The monster’s muscles relaxed.
Then he mustered courage and got up… and the vicious glare vanished into thin air and he turned pale.
The boy walked a step towards the monster… and magically… the monster got scared and started shrinking until it couldn’t be seen anymore.
It’s a simple a story. I read it somewhere else too. I can never tell it the way my Grandpa did… with sound effects and tones of drama.
By the end of the story I would always have a smile on my face.
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He gave you the hidden message. Onya girl
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He did. Thanks for stopping by 🙂
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Nice story! These grandparents are wise, really.
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I agree. They are wise
They are sweet.
They are cute 🙂
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Hmm.. Grandparents always have a story to tell..
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Mine had a lot of them..
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Me too.. But all philosophical.. And sometimes one liner..
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My grandpa knew poetry and stories all of urdu english and persian. And at one point he was president of urdu literature society of his region. Never flaunted it. Never even told us.
Well. Memories are all what we have to cherish now.
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Well My granddad never did poems. He was raised in an English environment became the principal as well as professor, but like yours never flaunted it. He wanted me to be creative.. So he always told me in a way that I could contribute to the story.. I miss him..
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All grandpas are like that i think. Theu never flaunt their achievements. Lead simple life.
Same here i was introduced to reading by my dada jan (grandpa) and appriciated writing and art.
I miss mine too..
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Wonder what Granny was doing? Oh yeah she was in the kitchen all the time. Man we must be Anacondas and Godzilla’s to eat so much…
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Ahahah yea thats where they were..
Ahah
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This is really interesting! Our grandparents always know how to make us feel better, in addition to their wisdom and beneficial advice!
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True that.
And they exactly know how to communicate the heaviest lessons to us.
Thanks for the comment 🙂
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So profound… step up to your fears…situations… people… and look them in the eye… they shall become powerless
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yep… you condensed the whole story. 🙂
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Interesting !
Please check out my poem on my blog too
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Sure will check.
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