Chapter 11: Evil Capitalism
India is a country with a diverse range of terrains, from dusty plains to snow-capped mountains. From the small Thar Desert to the highest battlefield in the world, it encompasses everything, but for most Indians, it is often dusty.
After a dust-filled journey, Aric arrived at his grandparents’ home. These were his maternal grandparents, and he loved being with them. They were kind, loving, and caring, unlike his other grandparents. Upon reaching the village, he even saw the shopkeeper who had his shop near his grandparents’ home and used to visit quite often.
Soon, he was in the big house of his grandparents. The house wasn’t large, but the surrounding land was vast. His grandfather had worked at the CBI once, and thus he and his wife lived off of pension and this home that he had built since it was his birthplace.
"Nana... I am back," Aric shouted as he removed his shoes and placed his small luggage at the side, then ran inside only to bump into his nana. He immediately gave him a hug. When his grandpa died, he wasn’t able to attend the funeral due to academic reasons, and he regretted that. Now that he saw him again, he was elated with joy.
"Hahaha... It’s good to see you, boy. Your mother called to say you’d be arriving," Grandpa said.
"We are on summer break, so of course, I’ll be here to eat Vadapav every day made by my grandma," Aric said, intending it as a joke. However, his words seemed to incite some anger in his nana.
"You came only for her and not for me?" The wrinkles on his forehead deepened as he said that.
"No... I also appreciate the freedom you provide," Aric said, trying to ease the tension.
"Hahahah... I feel sorry for you, my boy. Your father is way too strict. At our age, we let our daughter roam the entire village," Grandpa said, reminiscing.