Question

A narrative essay about the best story my grandparent ever told​

Answer 1

My grandfather was in Indian army. He usually told me stories of their life in army when I was kid. So here is one of the best story of my life and story that every Indian heart will feel proud after reading this.

My grandfather was participated in India-China war 1962. We lost the war thousands of soldiers injured my grandfather was shot by bullet in right arm and also they had very deep knife cuts on face and back but he survived as fighter he was always. Then he was transferred from border to Delhi Army Hospital for urgent medical assistance. One slider lost his both hands in war (lets called him Mr.Indian) and he was right beside my Grandfather. After some days in hospital while recovering Indira Gandhi came to visit soldiers. Although Mr.Indian lost his both hands but still he was stable and charm on his face like nothing was happened.

Conversation between Mr.Indian and Indira Gandhi and my Grandfather was listening.

Indira Gandhi asked Mr. Indian: How are you Sir ?? with joint hands. As soon as Mr. Indian heard this he started crying. Indira Gandhi asked him”Why are you crying ?Do you have any problem ? any thing what you want please do not feel alone I am here for you”. Also she further told him that “Please don’t care about money and family I will take care of all the things”.

Mr. Indian replied “ Madam I have huge respect for you. You are god for me .It was my dream to meet you once in life But see we are meeting first time in my life but my bad-luck is I don’t have my arms to join in front of you.”

My eyes where so numb and become even more numb when my Grandfather told me the moral of the story “The true nationalist”.

Now I am in Time Zone where people are chanting "Death to India" and "We will war India" (JNU Issue). I urge all to compare both incidents this will increase your Indian feeling by at-least by 1 %.

Salute to all war heroes and all true Indians.

Miss you Grandpa.

Answer 2

I remember a hilarious story my grandmother once told me. About the time her friends came over for an evening of ghostly tales. Mavis, Angie, Chrystal and Anne loved telling spooky stories and dredging up the creepiest anecdotes to while away the dreary winter nights.

It was great fun, my grandmother recounted, as they sat around the fireplace. On this particular night, it seemed that Chrystal had a few hair-raising stories up her sleeve. She had everyone scared by the time the evening came to an end.

As usual, grandma offered to walk her friends halfway home, especially since they dreaded the thought of passing through the graveyard, alone. Halfway through the graveyard, Mavis suddenly shrieked and pointed, white-faced, in the direction of what looked like a pale ghostly figure, floating in mid-air amidst some funny-freaky sounds. Since everyone was already jumpy they immediately assumed that it had to be a ghost for sure. Each one turned around and ran in all directions to hide behind the bushes. An eerie silence filled the air for some time as each one hid away; scared of what was out there.

Then the laughter came!

It was grandma, who had bravely peeked out from behind her little bush, to have a better look at the pale creature. Only then she realised that it was no ghost. The wind had picked up a white sheet and draped it perfectly over one of the taller tombstones. The flapping of the cloth made it seem like a floating object and the freaky sounds was only the wind sneaking through the highest trees and surrounding buildings.

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