“Grandpa, let’s have a walk in the rain with our umbrellas,” little Mihir eagerly requested.
In a few minutes, they were walking through the streets. Mihir noticed water seeping through a hole in his grandpa’s umbrella.
“Grandpa, your umbrella needs repair. It has started leaking.”
“It has been like this for quite some time, kid. Let it be so. I’ll not allow anyone to touch this,” he smiled and said.
“But why, Grandpa?”
“Because your grandma herself made this for me!”
Mihir smiled in awe. Memories of a beautiful summer shone in the radiant glow of his grandpa’s eyes.
This is my third year of participating in the A-to-Z blogging challenge and like last year, I hope to complete the challenge this year too. This post is written in response to the letter U.