Hope is the Mother
My paternal grandmom was very creative with words. I used to be mesmerized with her stories and so were her other grandchildren. She had this particular story which remains with me till date. I don’t know where she picked it up from but she told it as if it was her own So the story went Once upon a time there was a small town ( aat – paat-nagar hote ) called Sundarpur. Girish was Malhar rao’s son. There’s was a business family. Girish decided that he wanted to do something on his own. So he set up a tools business. For some years everything went well but as time passed his books showed losses. And Girish got into debt. His mother gave Girish all her jewels to sell off but that wasn’t enough. The lenders started pestering him for their money. His father did not bale him out either. Malhar rao had the money but he didn't even ask Girish if he needed help. Instead he let him face it full on. So to escape and hopefully make money in another venture, he decided to go...