My grandpa Hercules (Chapter72th *Psychological prison*)

(Hey readers,

Finally found words to say... And conflicts of the words are over but yet life is turning into a wild box-So still I am coping up... And hopefully not in any plan to get trapped in the psychological prison!

Yours,

Author)

Grandma didn't grow any better but grandpa's cooking skills did!

Salt gets centralized and spice set to the tongue,

And with time he mastered every bit of the challenge!

Making him more of a self-reliant culinarian with also an untamed ability to stay peaceful...

That was a real contrast to catch a glimpse of.

This wasn't the only thing that transformed over time, every bit did... Life, children, society, and responsibilities...but... Grandma was neutrally sick without healing conditions!"

"Was that some sort of disease?!" Neeraj rose his chin almost as if he was inquiring as of a doctor.

"Umm... Worst it was a disorder! A disorder of the brain...like when you predict something to happen, which you just find empathy to... Your brain starts to manipulate your body...telling you "You're weak, you can't walk, It is the end! "

Making you trapped in a psychological prison!

But, only in this case, your consciousness can defeat this fake disease, that's the only option and the only cure! "

Honestly, this wasn't a cure, Loki was even finding-

She had her very own medicine-

cigarette!

(Shock hit them all)

Right right! There was a rebel against this vile treatment-all her children did and so did Hercules did... And for once successfully get her out of this habit but..." The wires of the neurons weren't so strong and she might have faced withdrawing effects that almost pushed her to the brink of life and death-

"If I didn't do...then I will die of its craving!" She begged with her dried shivering lips... And so it was...

Her prescription was forcefully approved!

Now, who was there to stop her?

Loki's paradise unfolded...

she was kind of getting a kick out of this life of freeship!

This was what she ever desired-a paradise!

Nothing to do labor...just go sleep, eat with your belly out, and then go plodding out on the road gossiping!

Now tell me, who was truly in prison?!

However... Happiness is never so long-lasting lasting!