Episode One -
Nice morning, blue sky, green leafs are shivering by breezy wind. With a cup of green tea my grand-pa is heading towards the balcony. As usual he set on his cozy chair. Cleaning his glasses he took his favourite newspaper on his right-hand palm. After reading some of the headlines in naked eyes he put his glasses on. Now he is into the deep sea of his favourite columns.
I am getting ready for work. My dress-up almost done, suddenly Dada called me with screaming voice. I left everything aside and ran to Dada. “What happened? Why are you screaming at me? Is anything wrong?” I replied him with a slowly downing my voice. Although he is 85 years old he is still the commander-in-chief in our joint family. Everybody carries out his order, advice and request without saying a word.
Labels: Choloman Bikol, Moving Junk

