My grandfather used to sit on his cot and draw shapes on the soil with a stick. Remembering him, I think he was bored out of his fucking mind. Day after day, having nothing to do. I don’t know what he was thinking all that time. He was the most fascinating person I have known. I miss him everyday.
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This is such an awesome drawing Saurabh! It really speaks to me because I've had a similar experience with one of my great uncles. He would always sit and his mind would wander in his wheelchair. Always wondered what he was thinking. May your grandfather rest in peace.