My Morning Tea with Grandparents
When I was in 7th standard, I used to stay in a hostel located in a village near a public school. I was the only guy who was very thin and small in the class. Because of this, I was usually bullied by my classmates. But my teachers were very friendly with me since I was the cute little kid in the class, also pushing myself and staying in the hostel (and studying well).
I still remember my morning routine in Hostel(we have freedom to roam around the village). To get you guys on the same page, my grandparents (the brother of my actual grandfather) also lived in the same village. So, I used to wake up very early in the morning. If I was late, I would miss the chai (they usually finished their tea session by 6:30 a.m.). I’d get ready and run to my grandpa’s house. I’d get some good tea and great conversations. They would usually tell me, “You need to study well and take care of your mom. You’re the only person who needs to set the standards for your family.” I really loved those 30 minutes I spent every morning, with the same vibe and same feeling every day.
A few years ago, grandma passed away. I felt so bad. After finishing school, I moved to another city, and I didn’t get much time to spend with them. Grandpa is getting older and older. I still think about how people genuinely support you without expecting anything in return. I’m really grateful for my grandparents and these great memories.
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