My Dear Storyteller

I loved her arms more than my mother's.

Lying next to hear to hear the story of 'Alibaba and the forty thieves' was my routine.

She becomes the narrator, orator, storyteller and infact the actor and actress.

The days I breathed freedom and art through her,

Has now made me a story writer.

The days she sowed the seeds in my heart has now reaped the fruit.

But dear granny, now you are no more to enjoy the fruit and I miss you.