My Grandfather   Grandpa was very generous and kind-hearted. But the dignity of his glowing face told a different story. He was having a very strong and healthy body, big mustaches on the scarlet face, and three lines of white sandalwood above the forehead. This was his identity. He loved his sole grandson very much. But it’s not known why that eight-year-old teenager Kishalya used to slink away from him. Grandpa used to get him to sit on his lap and say, ‘Son Kishalya! I will send you to 'Kashi Ji' to read. There is a great scholar of the