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(Bhola Grandpa and his wife lived at the western end of our villagel A large boka
tree overshadowed their hut in the bokal tree lived a small troop of monkeys.
Bhola Grandpa and his wife did not mind it.
One moonlit night, we were returning from a festival. The road was long and
foggy. I was riding on the village chowkidar's shoulders. Suddenly, Bhola Granapa
let out a loud wail. Everyone in our party was surprised. We halted. Enquiry
revealed that Bhola Grandpa had taken his grandson to the festival. He had tightly
held on to the two fingers of the boy. He did not realize when those tingers shipped
out. Bhola Grandpa was continuing as before. Then someone asked Bhola Grandpa
what he was gripping. He remembered his grandson and let out a loud wail.
My father chose two sharp-eyed men from our party to go back with Bhola
Grandpa to the festival. The grandson was found before long. He had taken a cosy
shelter under a cow's belly.simple sentences ​

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nice story but krna kya hai iska..??