My grandpa Hercules (chapter60th * Making of home*)

(Hello reads,

What's up?!

It's blockbuster 60 that I have been up since the morning like 1 am or so just preparing this part...

Hope you like it and anyway, a comment from your side is very helpful for improving future chapters.

Yours,

Author)

A house is not a home!

It's a very common say...and a little objectional say in itself.

Why A home could not be a house?!

"A home is where we live laugh we think we belong but a house is just a bricked lifeless structure"

Their home was those hills, and although my grandma was eager to come here still that new home for which she had fought her way out, doesn't give her that solace-maybe it was the climate of plains or the quietness of days.

Like she had always stayed surrounded but suddenly she had plunged into a null point of thar desert where she had not that much work to do like she was being drilled to do for the last four years but still she was layabout in many terms.

And also the motive for which she had come here-staying with her husband was not even fulfilled, cause the man she was married to blindfolded was always up at work or drinking-smoking, and she was left at home changing shitty clothes for a newborn.

It was all like she had come to an exile-a severe one rather than finding convenience at last.

'I feel bored... and alone'

She complained and complained...

And grandpa knew it truly wasn't the home they desired for so long-it was rented and restless-but still it was all they had-

But to assuage his wife's words-

He prepared the making of home- with advice from someone of very super intelligence who told him what could fill that gap of boredom -

By bringing pashudhan... Not some man's name but seriously it decodes as cattle! (almost everyone's jaw dropped at my words)

Doesn't it feels like you have dropped into an ancient era like of Indus valley?!

As if of earlier times when cattle were considered the real treasure but surely this earlier time was from a far more distinct past that the start of my ancestors followed.

However according to that,

My grandma was quite a younger aspirant to digest this-

'What have you brought?! 'she held her head in her hands-eventually her boredom was supposed to be tarnished by the time of grandpa but the result turn out to be cleaning and caring for the grey, black-white cows.

Poor grandma...