Grandma’s stories๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿ‘ต

Since childhood, stories attract me the most, my grandma ๐Ÿ‘ต used to tell a story before I sleep ๐Ÿ˜ด, with time grandma completed her human life and she left us with her blessings and lots of love โค she often tell us the story of all variety the story which affected me the most was a story related to Buddha the story is;

One day Buddha was passing by a village many of his devotees came across to see him and ask him for salvation from their life troubles, Buddha answered each of them with a pleasant smile on his face.

There was a women who lost her only child recently, due to some disease, she came in front of Buddha, and described her immense pain and sorrow and asked if somehow he could make his child alive again, as he was only hope for this poor lady. 

Buddha thought for a while and replied, ok mother! I can bring life to your son but I have one small condition which you need to fulfill.

The lady replied with a joy while quickly wiping her tears yes!! I will do whatever you say.

Buddha said I need a handful of rice ๐Ÿš just make sure that you bring the rice from the home ๐Ÿ  where no one had died.

Hearing this, lady quickly rushed to the nearby houses asking for a handful of rice, she got more than as she demanded, suddenly she reminded the condition to the owner of the house, owner replied no! Few years back we lost our daughter, the lady became sad and moved to another house.

The lady ransacked each and every house of the village but she could not find a single home where no one died, now the lady had no clues what to do, she sat in the sidewalk thought about it consciously, she had a smile on her face, she went near to Buddha bowed down folded her hands and thanked Buddha, Buddha greeted her with a smile the lady became a monk now perhaps she came to know the reality of life and Buddha taught this life lesson in a unique way.

When I heard this story I was just 8-9 year old kid I thought Buddha did wrong he should have bring her kid alive, but as I grew up I found Buddha a greatest philosopher of all time a divine entity in true sense.

We can’t find a single soul who hasn’t suffered in this life, so stop complaining and blaming, accept your pain and move on that’s life that is how it goes on… 


From the cradle to the coffin life shows us countless faces, ๐ŸŽญ
No matter how powerful you are, you will turn in to the ashes.

The life you trying to hold forcefully is so temporary in nature, ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿƒ
One day for the rest of the world you will be just an album picture. ๐Ÿ–ผ๏ธ

You are mortal keep that in mind be gentle and be kind,
Never let your ego, greed and lie make you stupid blind.

Hatered, lust and the crimes which you do against humanity,
One day Almighty death will be accounting your brutality.

Rape the worst crime which you can do against humanity, horrific face of the ugly being…

Faithful_friend ๐Ÿ•

When I saw the movie ๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿฟ Hachi, I had some tears ๐Ÿ˜ข in my eyes ๐Ÿ‘€, the story of a Professor ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ and his Dog ๐Ÿถ based on the true Japanese ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต incident, the movie was full of emotion, drama and selfless love โค, the Dog kept waiting at station ๐Ÿš for his friend Professor even after his unfortunate death. Love simply means loving someone till the eternity and Hachiko does what he has to do…

We often see similar kind of love and heartwarming stories around us…

Marianthi a friend of mine from Greece๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท she shared story of her pet dog ๐Ÿ• Melita and Bubu, she call them her kids ๐Ÿ™‚

Meet Melita she is pregnant in this image

Marianthi got this Sweet lil puppy Melita ๐Ÿถ from her neighbors, marianthi, raised melita like her child, time passed and Melita grown up now, it was a winter โ„โ›„ night๐ŸŒƒ when Melita gave birth to three cute puppies ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ

Meet kids of Melita and now Marianthi officially became granny ๐Ÿ‘ต ๐Ÿ˜‚
Bubu trying to stop ๐Ÿ™… granny ๐Ÿ‘ตMarianthi for clicking her charm ๐Ÿ˜‚

The newly became mother Melita conscious and worried for her kids, usually she sleeps in time but on that day she was wide awake and continuously kept checking her kids, Marianthi tried to convince Melita that she will take care of the kids and finally, Melita took a nap ๐Ÿ˜ด in the presence of Marianthi.

Now meet grown up crazy kid Bubu ๐Ÿ˜‚ don’t fall for her innocent ๐Ÿ™„ puppy eyes

Bubu more like a crazy explorer, you may often find her freely roaming around the streets and whenever she hears of Marianthi she becomes flash and quickly rushes into the home ๐Ÿ .

Now I have another beauty โคโœจ๐Ÿ˜ for you and that is, Vodka๐Ÿธ yes it’s name of the Dog of my friend Vivek ๐Ÿ˜‚ and I love her name

What attracts you more her name or her cuteness ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿค”

The cuteness of Vodka a jackpot for Vivek because vodka getting attention of all the girls in the Neighbourhood ๐Ÿ˜‚

Sleeping ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ˜ด beauty ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ‘ธ
Vodka๐Ÿธfor a long drive ๐Ÿš˜

The swimming beauty ๐Ÿ˜โค checkout the link

Now finally here is my favorite one Olive she is pet of my friend and she also call her as kid

Being scratched her favorite task ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚

Whenever you move your hand towards her she will lie down on the floor and her only wish is scratch me ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

Dogs are very much part of our life they are like our family members, a Dog ๐Ÿ• loves you more than they love themselve ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ’•โค๐Ÿ’– ๐Ÿ™‚


I saw her in the park where me and my friends ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ซ used to play cricket ๐Ÿ, she was sitting on the bench with a sketchbook ๐Ÿ“• in her hand and a set of pencils โœ probably she was an artist ๐ŸŽจ๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ™‹, I don’t know much about painting, and wasn’t interested in sketches at that moment, but when I saw her, the girl with long black hair, round spectacles with an innocent look on her face ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ. In my mind *I felt like yes I will buy a sketchbook ๐Ÿ“•and start painting ๐ŸŽจ and probably will sit next to her and show her my drawings* my daydream got broken when a ball ๐Ÿˆ coming straight towards me and it was four 4โƒฃย  I missed the ball, and my friends were like “what the hell you doing man ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ”,ย  suddenly all of them figured it out where I was actually looking at that time โŒš. They saw her too and I was like play the game you silly morons ๐Ÿ˜ก. Whenever anyone finds a chance they keep sneaking at her and that time โŒš I was pointing out who the hell is looking at her ๐Ÿ˜ก. After collecting all my courage I pushed the ball towards her, rushed at her and asking her to pass the ball๐ŸฅŽ, she looked back at me smiled and passes the ball towards me. * I was like I’m in heaven now she definitely will be my wife ๐Ÿ‘ฐ though she seems few years older than me but yes I will marry her I was determined in my mind ๐Ÿ’*.
After she left and we went back home, I was so keen and waiting โณ restlessly for the next evening, on the next eve when we reach the ground first thing I wanted to see is that bench and on that the girl, oh ๐Ÿ˜ฒ she is not here yet, waited and waited but she didn’t come. * I was like I have been thrown away from heaven to hell* days passed but she wasn’t there, on the Saturday eve when we reached the ground there she was, the girl sitting on the bench with her sketchbook ๐Ÿ“•. There was no limit of my joy I just wanted to wave at ๐Ÿ‘‹ her and ask her where you been I was so worried ๐Ÿ˜”, but I controlled my emotions and managed to smile only, she smiles back and got busy in her painting ๐ŸŽจ. Now I figured it out that she comes on Saturday eve only and maybe she was a college student ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“so very less time โŒš for other activities, she watches our game as well while sitting and drawing, she often appreciates me with her facial expressions, when I do good in the game, like taking wickets or hitting a four 4, I caught her laughing ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚as well whenever I do mistakes, like dropping catches, so many emotions yet no words were spoken. After a few months, she stopped coming as well maybe her studies got over or any other things I don’t know anything about her, yet I remember her the girl with a sketchbook.

Sometimes a story doesn’t need a word to say and it doesn’t require to be complete, yet they are  beautiful โœจ and magical โœจ๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿ”ฎ in their own way