She was waiting for her grandson.It had been 15 years since she had seen him.
“He must be a man by now” she thought.
She remembered those days when as a child he would come running towards her and hug her. More than his mother he was close to her. She used to look at him and say “He will make my dreams come true”. She remembered those moments when to see him laugh she would do anything. For him her lap was the safest place on the earth. Now death was nearing her. “Just one look” thought she “and i would die peacefully.”
Someone announced the arrival of her grandson. He came and stood afar from her. She looked at him and waited for him to come and hug her. But he maintained a distance. Death was nearing her instead of her grandson.
She lifted her hand and called him near. He was indifferent. He walked away behind in the crowd without a sign. Watching this her heart broke and death took her in its arms.
Death was taking her soul through the crowd when she heard her grandson say “Thank god the old lady is dead”.
Hearing this the old woman felt she had died twice.
“Death is an end to all sufferings” saying she thanked death for taking her soul.
