My grandpa Hercules (chapter61st *Investment*)

(Hey hello,

61st and still not losing hope. Even if I did, promise me you won't... That will give me hope!

So not much for today, now I am going to sleep!

Goodnight... Happy reading.

Yours,

Drowsy author)

Giggling go around in the armoire-like classroom,

"Seriously calves! Who would think of that in making a home, it was rather making of zoo!!" Nivedita, the girl who seem to be a little bit too immature played a sarcastic card which I did say was like "ouch!"

But still, I continued-

"Well,

This turned out to be a pre-plan..."

"like revenge?!" the boy at last gigantic as Burj Khalifa but bend like the bow of archery exclaimed in excitement.

"Otaku, Not exactly revenge but a sort of investment as if we invest in the stock market, being a village boy himself, since day one he was trying to find a way to feel at home, and turn out, this an adequate opportunity-he set out feeling this as a good remedy to kill her lethargy, also investing money in cattle has been a village trend itself-like where the cattle were treated like family members and also he thought of earning additional money or not anything then white nutritious protein vitamin-rich milk for the betterment of his son and the upcoming teams."

Everyone started to pass a fainting yet shy smile that I knew was implying what-

"What?! It was also a future investment! He was also a part of such a future investment as if we are!"

"Uh ho... Control devi ji! " yogi, my bestie flew her hand signing to lower in comicness and I knew I had of course flown a bit up above the point that only biology students could understand in soberness.

"Now where there were cows tied outside on the edge of 70s Road which used to be far more vacant than now's even footpath which is over flooded by those noisy hustler vehicles but at that time all they had a scooter called cheetah which was a like a jeep tire hanging on it's back and the car was beyond everyone's reach cause it valued in riches list not in normal peoples like it is today, any vagabond could afford it "

Straight afro looked at me from the corner of his eyes with a very devilish look cause he knew I was also pointing the 1-2lakhed MRP bullet bike that he called his Darling!

And I usually call it a 'wastage'!

It truly is life-threatening to even touch her as if she could fall into pieces or could get consumed by a black hole or something.

However, I could deal with his fuss afterward(wholetime)-

And I just shook off his attention with a mindless smile-"even to my every example not everyone is agreeable after all-it's very rare in itself if something like this occurred-and the same was then-not everyone was happy to let this new investment around in their well-reputated colony or even my grandma was even in this list of protestors"