Chepter-1 Bhola grandpa and his wife lived at the western
end of our village. A large bokal tree overshadowed there hut. In the bokal tree lived a small troop of monkey. 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 shoulder. Suddenly, Bhola Grandpa 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 fingers slipped 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.