The Parker Pen
I exactly remember that day, when I was returning to Nagpur after enjoying my summer holidays with my grandparents. I had been there for last fourteen days, enjoying, playing and spending each moment with the love of my grandparents. Actually, on comparing to my cousins, you can understood that I was only one who has spent so much and most beautiful times with grandparents. I won’t tell you about the beginning of my relationship with my grandparents, because even I don’t remember that time. Rather I will tell you about my friendship with my Grandpa. I was told that my Grandpa had been a teacher in a government high school an also he was very strict and stern. But since I saw him, he had always been happy and always holding smile on that old charming face. His forehead had wrinkles running over it, describing his journey from a orphaned child to a senior Physics teacher in a high school, and all with his own hard work. He was almost clean from top, but still had a last...