Grandma
Ding ,ding and ding The bell rang continuously.
The cotton candy man made the sound. Which made me to lure habitually
Grandma Grandma
She was the treasurer of the home permanently I asked her to give a quarter anna. To buy a cotton candy purposefully
She refused adamantly. I went into her room silently
And searched her shrink bag Stole a quarter anna coin quietly.
Bought a cotton candy joyfully. Tasted it in the backyard gladly Returned to home like a thief Grandma stood near the door angrily.
She looked me penetratingly
Her eagle eyes frightened me seriously A red particle sticked on my lip I was caught red handed notoriously
She came near to me. And beat on my back mercilessly. I never forgot the incident Learned a lesson from her personally.
Copyright © Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani | Year Posted 2023
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