Some may have Joint family and some have nuclear family.. But mine is somewhat peculiar. It isn't a perfect nuclear family since it includes Mom, Dad, Myself, Grandpa and his old transistor radio.
Grandpa calls me 'Little master'. I'm a little boy of 6. My dad and mom works in some private concern and they hardly spend time with me. I love being with my grandpa. He unfolds several stories from his past to which I listen with eager ears. He often tells me about my grandma who had gone to meet the Gods a long ago. When I asked for his age, he told me to multiply my age by 12, to which I still couldn't find the answer . Unlike me, my Grandpa has grey hair which at times look like a puff of cotton placed on his head. He wears a big glass which magnifies his big eyes. Grandpa's routine is simple - He wakes up by 6, cleanses himself and then have breakfast, takes a short nap when I go to school and spends the rest of his afternoon with his transistor radio listening to age old songs and tuning into Cricket commentary. We've got a television set yet grandpa prefers radio to it.
Mom and dad rarely utters a word or two to grandpa. Grandpa would appear sad at times and when I inquire he'd advice me to take care of my parents when I grow up. I think he would have loved grandma very much because he'd say that she is an angel. She had presented this transistor to him on their 25th wedding anniversary. After her departure he has spent much time with his transistor cherishing their memories with those old songs. He wipes his radio daily and sleeps with it turned on all-night.
I've never seen grandpa asking for money from dad. But he did it on that particular day. I didn't know how much the amount was. All I knew was dad yelled at him and grandpa became distressed. He didn't say any stories on that evening and asked me to sleep in my room. The next morning, the alarm was ringing for a long time. I ran inside his room since mom asked me to stop the snoozing alarm. After turning off the clock's ears I turned myself towards grandpa's bed. I found him lying still tightly holding his radio. I went closely without disturbing him and took a keen look at the radio. It was broken, the switch to tune in had cracked. He didn't move even when I took that from his hands.
With that worn out radio I ran up to dad. He thought that grandpa has sent me and in a fit of fury he went to grandpa's room. Dad got petrified when he saw grandpa and eventually his rage turned into tears. Since then nights became boring without those old songs..