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Grandma's story #WriteTribe #100words

Little Kishore spent all day at school touching his nose every now and then with trepidation.

“Caught a cold, kishu?” asked his bum chum Swami.

Deeply troubled, Kishore decided to share his secret with Swami. “I lied yesterday about my homework and my grandma said that now my nose will get bigger” he whispered.

Swami was equally worried and the boys swore to behave if the nose did not grow.  

Kishore chuckled at the childhood memory as he read out the story of Pinocchio to his little daughter. Naanima sure knew how to make him toe the line of discipline.

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Written for 100 words on a Saturday prompt on Write Tribe. The prompt for the week- My grandmother/my grandfather said..



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  1. hehehe Nanima knows best!!!
    hehe cute!

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  2. Haha.. loved it. Once I told my son he'd grow devil horns and a tail if he didn't behave. For days he'd be feeling his bum and his head after being naughty!

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    1. hahaha...did he? My son looked at me for a few moments, touched his nose, smiled and said..but it did not grow big!! :-/

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  3. :) now this has brought so many memories .. reminded me of Mom, nanny and daadi.. they ahd all these stories .. if i did this that will happen etc etc and always had a story to go with it ...

    did i learn from it :) i doubt it he he he he I was still very naughty

    Bikram's

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    1. You were a naughty boy, eh? Bad! ;-)

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    2. well kids are supposed to be naughty .. if not them .. then who :)

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  4. Grand parents pet sentence.Most of the children have experienced . Nicely written.

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    1. True, Ushaji..thank you so much for being here :-)

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  5. This made me smile, those memories are really precious when we look back. Aren't they? I love your writing mainly because it makes me relate a lot of things and gives me nostalgia.

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    1. aww..Keirthana, your comment made my day..:-))))

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  6. Ha ha ha. Good one, Uma. Those tales always did the trick for us too ;) I wonder if the current Gen kids are too smart for us, though :D

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    1. I guess they are..but it applies to each generation that will be smarter than the previous :-)

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  7. And I was told that one leg would become shorter :P Lovely story.

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    1. Hahaha..is it? thanks, Rajlakshmi and welcome here :-)

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  8. hey, this brought back my memories of my young days ;)

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    1. I'm glad, Ruchira. Thanks for reading and welcome here :-)

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  9. Cute one from a cute Nani-Ma. Made me smile:)

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    1. Glad it made you smile, Vishal. Thank you and welcome here :-)

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  10. Hahaha! Nani ma surely knew how to tackle a brat! A sweet story :)

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    1. she sure did as all nanimas and dadimas do..thanks, Shilpa! :-)

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  11. Cute one .... all grandmas have some such thing that passes on to the next generation. Mine said if we did not finish up all food in the plate god would come poke into our eyes. To this day I fear leaving food on the plate ...even when i am full. :(

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