The Story of A Hero

My grandfather can never be summed up with mere words though i have tried. The story of a Hero reveals the life of a legend who can never die.

As I put my little girl to sleep one night, she held me close and hugged me tight..

“Tell me a story amma” she said. I, for once remembered my grandfather and told her, I would tell her a real story instead of the regular bedtime stories.

I thought hard but didn’t have to think for long, because I knew of a hero who was brave and strong.

“Now listen my dear” I said as I held my little one

“To the story of a hero so amazing…he shone like the sun”

He was a self made boy who became a self made man and  during his time this was tough. He had been through rocky roads and back, his life indeed was rough.

But with just his steel mind and bare strength he brought up an empire. That grew and flourished like every man’s desire. He was well respected and well loved. Despite his glory, there wasn’t an elder before whom his head wouldn’t bow.

He was kind and willful and strong,but he was a terror to anyone who made any right wrong. An abode to the poor, he helped them stand tall. He was magnanimous because he’d been through it all.

Everyone knew his mind was like a sharp dart. But only a handful knew that behind his strong chest beat a beautiful golden heart.

Such a handsome hero he towered over all and yet he would bend double to pick a little baby if it had a fall.

He was a hero who’s teachings to men showed the importance of first being a human.For he was a loving husband and a loving father, A dutiful son and a wonderful brother.

He travelled far and wide because he loved the world and created good from whatever bad it hurled. His family however remained his joy and pride.

To this day that prayer has been answered, for they stand together as one, to honor their hero who shone like the sun.

“Who is this hero amma?” My daughter asked me with her eyes wide

“He is the man my girl, who can never, ever die”.

I showed her a picture from my closet and placed it in her tiny hands and showed her the face..

“Of the man who will always have a place in history, in life, in our family and the earth.

A man for whom love would never have death..”

My daughter kissed the picture and placed it besides her pillow.

That moment, I was filled with tears of joy and wondered will a man like this will ever be born again..