The writer didn't saw the grandfather .he just saw his picture hanging on the wall .he was a great strong man having long beard up to his chest . he was lookinglike a man that he has so many grandchildren grandchildren.
the grandmother was so old  her face was full of wrinkles.she loved her grandson very much and make him ready to go to school and give stale chapattis with with butter.her back was bent . she walks with the help of stick and go to temple and there she read scriptures and give chapatis to stray dogs.she herself got known to her death like a prophet.