He is hundred above, still, he works for his lands, he walks to his farms, and do whatever possible. He had seen the ‘Mahatma Gandhi’ in his time. He ran back home from Lahore, during the partition of India and Pakistan, through the jungle, hiding, and survived that men slaughter.
“That time I came to know what the ‘fear’ really means.” He said, with his cold eyes. He doesn’t like the way It is now, says that nowadays people are working for money, feeding money, bathing in money, even seeding money.
In his time, they used to grown everything in his farms, including cereals, sugarcane, potatoes and other eatable things. At his time definition of being rich was different and now it differs, it’s changed.
I feel proud that he is the grandfather of my mother, (such long relation).
His wife, son and daughter left the world in front of his eyes, he is just waiting for that dark night, when he will meet (his relatives) the stars, becoming a star himself, of that dark night.
DARK ANKI 