Hello guys,

It's star here :) Today I'm going to tell you one more story.

I don't know how many of you going to read it till last, but if you do please refrain yourself from negative commenting.

It is my nanu's story (mom's dad).

Today is his 76th birthday *clap clap*

In my family, there's always been communication problems. No, we talk about everything but not our lives.
We are not the one known for sentimental talks. We end up saying *jo beet gayi, wo baat gayi*

I never knew my grandpa's full story. I knew only that he had lost his father too at the age of 4 like me and lived with his uncles.

Today he gave me insight of his own life.

I am going to print this article and show it to my Grandpa and tell him how much he had inspired me :)

So, my grandpa's Dad died when he was four. There were no medical facilities, good transportation at those times.

After the death, him as four year old was bounded to live with his uncle who already had a family of 10 to support.

That lead to what we call child abuse/corporal punishments these days.

His mother was illiterate so she had to watch her own child getting beaten up helplessly.

My Grandpa still have burn marks from getting showered by hot tea only because he had forgotten to mix sugar in his aunty's tea. His back is full of marks of beating by belts. And legs have black permanent spots by kicking of boots.

I can't write those things without crying so I am not going to detail. Apparently, these things doesn't only happens in movies. In real they are just worst. Just know he was given a very very very rough childhood. He didn't asked for it. God forced it on him.

He was not given allowance for his high school. His uncle wanted him to handle the fields. But he wanted to become something else.

His food, clothes everything's allowance was cut off.

But did he gave up?? After all beatings and lack of money did he surrendered?

No he didn't. (Unlike us these days, who cry and think about suicide after getting bad marks, not getting fav. mobile, having breakup and list goes on.)

He worked as a waiter in a local Dhaba and earned his own money at age of 16.

He completed his high school on his own money and also by help of sold jeweleries of his mother.

He went to college on scholarship and continued working here and there.

At the age of 24 he passed Railways entrance exam and got job as Railway engineer.

His first salary was ₹150 in Indian currency ( nowadays I can't get a single T-shirt even out of that)

Still he managed to buy gift for his mother, even uncle and aunt.

He got married to my grandmother soon who belonged to very high class family.

He had to continuously struggle his financial status to keep his status in his spouse's house.

All in all....he never gave up!! He was beated, rejected, made fun of, had numerous fights, had seen many fights still he smiles :)

When my dad died in 2002, he was our biggest support. I had learnt walking again because of him. He had never let me down. He was always there to help me. From mathematics problem still to learning cooking. He is my guardian angel and I am his home princess.

He loves me more than he loves my mom or any other grandkids. And I am very proud about that 🙈🙈🙈

After his retirement from job, he was part of many social awareness programs and helped poor children to study.

Nowadays he spends his time in making Sudoku, crosswords and playing solitaire or candy crush 😂😂😛😛😛

This year, he had also started writing letter to his all five kids and their spouses. I was furious about it because I thought he is kind of going away from us..

He told me later because he wants his kids to be strong and know his expectations from them. He told that he want them to preserve it and pass it on to their kids.

I frowned realising I am not getting letter personally by him. He laughed and said because you are like me and I know you will keep on fighting till you get what you want. And it's true too. We have many similarities 😛 even our palm lines do match 😂😂

He never went to a therapist. He never did drugs or smoking or drinking. He never beat his children for any mistakes. He was never in wrong crowd. He had his share of fights with my grandmom, but they never split. They never let their children suffer from their problems. He never listened to society's opinion about him. He kept going until he reached a stable place in his life and today he is known as one of most respectable men in my city.

He never wrote a diary, he never had a friend to listen to his problems, never got a family to support, not a father figure to tech him values, never got chance to taste childhood, his life was a rollercoaster of problems.

But he over came all that and proved this Orthodox hypocrite society wrong. He wrote his own destiny and achieved it. He faced every demon alone and became angel of his own.

He is my grand daddy and my hero, and I love him most in the world 😘😘😘♥♥

If he can, then why can't we defeat our demons without any psychiatrist, drinks, drugs etc.? And be a person we want to be??

It must be difficult but not that much difficult, because if it was he might not be sitting here at our dinner table right now telling his story with a proud smile on his face and satisfaction in his eyes. :)

★My nano..my superstar★

This was dedicated to all those people who fight for themselves and inspire people like me ♥♥♥