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Read the first update I posted on the full scoop on what this is for.

Any help is appreciated.

https://fundly.com/new-start-2059

"You can have a bit of Sambar which I've made, if you want."
I declined eloquently.
"There's some steamy, hot rice too!"
"No thanks, I've all I need."

Grandpa, The Engineer, was born into a penniless family in an outlying town in Malabar, a land potent with culture, heritage and poverty, near Nila, in a time where she was as pretty as a Champaka flower, an angel.

"Neelu was my pal and we used to walk to the school everyday!"

His fine but modest score in high school got him to a college far away, where he earned his diploma, joined the telecoms, which allowed him to live in every part of the country.

Even the house where I grew up and the life that I lead now, could be traced back to the decisive step he took: to break the ceiling, study, rise and live.

He now rests, by reading the old books and by taking care of his place, on which he has concentrating more on, after Grandma left.

"And now, let me take my nap."

And the Sambar?
Delicious.

#smallstories

"You can have a bit of Sambar which I've made, if you want."
I declined eloquently.
"There's some steamy, hot rice too!"
"No thanks, I've all I need."

Grandpa, The Engineer, was born into a penniless family in an outlying town in Malabar, a land potent with culture, heritage and poverty, near Nila, in a time where she was as pretty as a Champaka flower, an angel.

"Neelu was my pal and we used to walk to the school everyday!"

His fine but modest score in high school got him to a college far away, where he earned his diploma, joined the telecoms, which allowed him to live in every part of the country.

Even the house where I grew up and the life that I lead now, could be traced back to the decisive step he took: to break the ceiling, study, rise and live.

He now rests, by reading the old books and by taking care of his place, on which he has concentrating more on, after Grandma left.

"And now, let me take my nap."

And the Sambar?
Delicious.

#smallstories

*turns over*

me: "What is that one thing you need to create a premium shitpost?"

*Rapid conversation*

"Knowledge?"
"No"
"Maybe it's the genes"
"Nope, it's perseverance"