The Rebel

We loved visiting our grandparents during our summer vacations as they pampered us to the core. During story time there was only one story we loved hearing again and again.

And this was grandma’s favourite story too. But wait it was not a story, it was something that happened to her during his childhood.

In the village where they resided grandma and grandpa were both lived in the same village in their childhood and were  buddies. But the older children in the village were bullies and used to wait near the big banyan tree for little children to come to the swings so they could bully them and extort goodies if they had any.

Little grandma was a rebel even then while grandpa was a timid boy. That afternoon Grandma had  sweetmeats made by her mom which she was carrying for her best friend – our grandpa. But she was bullied into giving it to the older boy who was waiting near the corner. 

She was livid with rage and flung a stone at the boys from afar. But the stone found its mark and hit the same bully on the head and he began to bleed. All the children panicked and so did little grandma.

Afraid she ran and ran away from their village and soon was lost. It was evening and it was growing dark. She was afraid and began crying but soon great grandpa along with the others found her.

No one scolded her instead they all pampered her and this made grandma happy.

And after that no one bullied grand ma and whoever happened to be with her as they were afraid of her.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.  

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