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If shooting stars could really fulfil the wishes, Than my granny would Have come back to My home. Major missing😢 #Granny #yqbaba

If shooting stars could really fulfil the wishes, Than my granny would Have come back to My home. Major missing😢 #Granny #yqbaba

Grishma Doshi

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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

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

ChittaranjanSahoo

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In your smiley eyes there is an opened book whose pages are also in good condition, size of words are as usual, texts are in bold letters, written in very easy language, but no one wanted to read and understand it. Why? ©Chittaranjansahoo #MothersDay #granny #Quotes

In your smiley eyes there is an opened book whose pages are also in good condition, size of words are as usual, texts are in bold letters, written in very easy language, but no one wanted to read and understand it. Why? ©Chittaranjansahoo #MothersDay #granny #Quotes

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lucky are those who have grandparents.... and unlucky are those who don't respect and love them..🙂 #missyou#granny

lucky are those who have grandparents.... and unlucky are those who don't respect and love them..🙂 #missyou#granny

B.Bhusan

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Ode on My Granny She is an octogenarian old lady, With old thoughts and old body. Her words are never ends; She used to talk on family or friends, Or village or valley and epic or elusion. Oh! My Nanny is a Queen of solution! One day on hot summer - Two modern gentlemen rural doer Asks for motels or hotels for food She is good; said no hotels no food. Again she says; Son I have food, if you should? (They ) Glad to heard, promised they soon should. Oh! My Nanny is a sound of gramophone. With unheard pathetic and Joly song; Epics and stories with a moral vision; She ought to taught me in apex ambition; Though unheard I heard; My Granny's tongue! Oh! My Nanny is a music zone! Her eyes are slight and less sight. She can't recognize me but my (sound of) bike, Tear's in her eyes, when I visit, She knows my sound than my light; She is happy to heard me, wish to improve, Oh! My Nanny, Oh! My Granny you are superb. B. Bhusan Ode on My Granny

Ode on My Granny She is an octogenarian old lady, With old thoughts and old body. Her words are never ends; She used to talk on family or friends, Or village or valley and epic or elusion. Oh! My Nanny is a Queen of solution! One day on hot summer - Two modern gentlemen rural doer Asks for motels or hotels for food She is good; said no hotels no food. Again she says; Son I have food, if you should? (They ) Glad to heard, promised they soon should. Oh! My Nanny is a sound of gramophone. With unheard pathetic and Joly song; Epics and stories with a moral vision; She ought to taught me in apex ambition; Though unheard I heard; My Granny's tongue! Oh! My Nanny is a music zone! Her eyes are slight and less sight. She can't recognize me but my (sound of) bike, Tear's in her eyes, when I visit, She knows my sound than my light; She is happy to heard me, wish to improve, Oh! My Nanny, Oh! My Granny you are superb. B. Bhusan Ode on My Granny