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kabir always wanted to be like his grand father. He was his role model. His grand father everybody called as 'karimullah' became a heroic name for him.

He would play with him all the time and they would go on picnics. The first impression on his grandfather was that he is a loner. But after spending some time with him made kabir realise that he is no ordinary person. He is not a loner, he is the happiest man in the world with nature as his family. 'Every living thing is his friend' he would say.
Every time young kabir visted his grandpa's home a sudden excitement covered him like a blanket. Maybe the new things and stories he would learn, caused that feeling.He had the same excitement now looking into this great karimullah's eyes.

'So, what will you do now grandpa?' asked kabir innocently.
'no, you cheated' karimullah laughed mischievously.
They are playing chess now. Though karimullah is a grandmaster, he always let his grandson win.

'okay, you win!'
'that's me!! Dont ever underestimate me, huhh!!' warned kabir.
'it's time for the train boy'
'okay, i will come. But remember your promise. You told me that the next time i'm here, you will take me to bombay'
'of course,son. I'm a man of my word' declared karimullah.

Then they started for the railway station. This was always the worst part for kabir. This partition with his grandfather literally made him sick. He wished he would live in this village. But for the education purpose, he forcefully went to the city.

Kabir's mom and dad are waiting in the car. They both laughed at the chemistry between the old and the young one.

'common kabir!! Wer'e getting late' cried his mom.

Kabir ran into the car weeping and it started moving. He glanced out of the window to see his grandfather for the last time. He was waving with an 'it's okay' expression on his face.

Then the car went fast and dissapeared into the road

Reviews

[Indecision]

There's this emotional charge. This one part tells a story in it of its own. I'm extremely impressed at how quickly the characters felt real. The sincerity of a few lies, the way it feels to see an old friend go. Though it isn't without flaw. Kabir isn't always capitalized, as well as a misuse of 'and.' Though these are so minute that I didn't notice them until reading it several times over.