My grandpa Hercules (Chapter12*Renowned people of society*)

(Hey reads,

I'm extremely sorry

The writing is going to be short because of some rituals going on around...so it is truly hard for me to write in this...but as soon as the mess is cleaned up...the word limit will surely exceed and the chapter will be released at an appropriate time...

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Every time it burns to even talk to her.

However, She has not harmed me even though my subconscious has expected her as hazardous without consulting me...

Oh ho!!! I smell betrayed my psyche!!!

But I guess it is common during teening...

Because at this time non-sense also makes sense.

Only a teenager could understand this syndrome.

Restraining an end to my non-sensory action,

I took a deep breath and regain my very own words with a shining impression...

" My great grandfather 'Vasvanand' as I have earlier mentioned was a strong believer of mahatma Gandhi also trusted you stay knitted in a society of similar unions and culture is essential for the development of everyone.

With all mighty, he reckoned and handed his dear gems to assumed very well renowned people of the society who didn't want to stay stick to their homeland and were blended in the unfamiliar beings on a foreign land with a new unrecognizable language which no person of that village identify..."