My grandmother used to tell stories so nicely,
We used to listen to them silently,
The stories were so interesting,
She started like this- ‘Once there lived a king!’
Every night we kept on requesting my grandmother,
To tell a story especially of specter,
We used to go under the blanket collectively,
And would listen to her stories being happy.
My grandmother is no more,
But she will be alive in my memories for sure.