Please write a short story about a young man going home to see his sick granny.
system
kripaya apni biimaar daadi ko dekhne ke liye ghar jane vaale ek yuva ke bare main ek choti kahani likhen.
user
sach kahoon to, ten ghar jane main sankoch kar rahaa tha.ghar par rahane ke kuch saal ho chuke the, or kam se kam chah maheene ke baad se vah aakhri baar aae the.phone kol hameshaa chote or dur the.to iske vipareet ve kaise hua karte the.phir bhi, yah tab tha, or yah ab he.shaayad yah isliye he kyonki buudhe logon ko phone kaa upyog karnaa pasand nahin he.shaayad yah unke liye ajeeb he.koun jaanata he.main emerald green landscape slide ko train kii khidakiyon se anbhigya rup se dekhtaa hum.ve bhi nahin jaanate.bevakoof bhed.

train aa gai or maine apane pitaaji ko ek bada gale lagaaya.yah ajeeb he, lekin yah nahin hoga."daadi kii bahut biimaar he, vah shaayad kuch dinon main baahar ja rahi he. mujhe khushi he ki aapane ise banaaya, betaa."main kahata hum, 'main ise yaad nahin karata, chupchaap main chahta tha ki main kahin or tha. yuvaaon kaa ahankaar, eh?

daadi ke ghar main chalate hue, jagah daraavna or chup he.koi bhi hansmukh record nahin khel rahaa he.daadi gunaguna nahin rahi he or saath main gaanaa or nrity kar rahi he.granddad kaaryshaala main baahar nahin he, upkaran fusfusaaye or shor karte hue.yah ek makbare kii tarah he, main apane aap ko or kanpakanpi ke bare main sochataa hum.daadi ke kamare kaa darwaja khulaa he, or ek kathor antislactic gandh baahar nikal rahi he.vahaan daadi he, bistar main so rahaa he.uske pile haath gande laal-bhure rang ke khun ke saath ek safed roomaal ko klach karte hai.vah bahut choti lag rahi he, ek kamjor cheer gudiya kii tarah, na ki shaktishaalee mahila jisane apane jivan ke itane saal bitaye the.

main uske bagal main kursi par chupchaap baith gaya or uski saans lete hue dekha.dhimi, tadapati saans - gahari or shram.mujhe yaad nahin he ki yah kya he.ve mujhe nahin bataaenge.kuch jo ek pi ke saath shuru hota he, granddad ne kaha.koi fark nahin padataa ki.vah le jaaya ja rahaa he.hameshaa ke liye ek darwaja band karne kii tarah, phir se kabhi nahin kholaa janaa chahie.cameraa kareeb or shant he, or ansu mere chehre par dhara karte hai.main chupchaap rock karata hum or daadi ko nahin jagaane kii koshish karata hum.aakhirkaar, mujhe khud kii pakad milti he or daadi ne apni ankhen kholin.'oh mere ladke, mujhe nahin laga ki aap ise banaaenge,' vah fusfusaaye, kamjor rup se.'main yahan hoon, daadi, main kahata hoon.main yahan hoon.'
assistant
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<|user|>
kripaya apni biimaar daadi ko dekhne ke liye ghar jane vaale ek yuva ke bare main ek choti kahani likhen.</s>
<|assistant|>
sach kahoon to, ten ghar jane main sankoch kar rahaa tha.ghar par rahane ke kuch saal ho chuke the, or kam se kam chah maheene ke baad se vah aakhri baar aae the.phone kol hameshaa chote or dur the.to iske vipareet ve kaise hua karte the.phir bhi, yah tab tha, or yah ab he.shaayad yah isliye he kyonki buudhe logon ko phone kaa upyog karnaa pasand nahin he.shaayad yah unke liye ajeeb he.koun jaanata he.main emerald green landscape slide ko train kii khidakiyon se anbhigya rup se dekhtaa hum.ve bhi nahin jaanate.bevakoof bhed.

train aa gai or maine apane pitaaji ko ek bada gale lagaaya.yah ajeeb he, lekin yah nahin hoga."daadi kii bahut biimaar he, vah shaayad kuch dinon main baahar ja rahi he. mujhe khushi he ki aapane ise banaaya, betaa."main kahata hum, 'main ise yaad nahin karata, chupchaap main chahta tha ki main kahin or tha. yuvaaon kaa ahankaar, eh?

daadi ke ghar main chalate hue, jagah daraavna or chup he.koi bhi hansmukh record nahin khel rahaa he.daadi gunaguna nahin rahi he or saath main gaanaa or nrity kar rahi he.granddad kaaryshaala main baahar nahin he, upkaran fusfusaaye or shor karte hue.yah ek makbare kii tarah he, main apane aap ko or kanpakanpi ke bare main sochataa hum.daadi ke kamare kaa darwaja khulaa he, or ek kathor antislactic gandh baahar nikal rahi he.vahaan daadi he, bistar main so rahaa he.uske pile haath gande laal-bhure rang ke khun ke saath ek safed roomaal ko klach karte hai.vah bahut choti lag rahi he, ek kamjor cheer gudiya kii tarah, na ki shaktishaalee mahila jisane apane jivan ke itane saal bitaye the.

main uske bagal main kursi par chupchaap baith gaya or uski saans lete hue dekha.dhimi, tadapati saans - gahari or shram.mujhe yaad nahin he ki yah kya he.ve mujhe nahin bataaenge.kuch jo ek pi ke saath shuru hota he, granddad ne kaha.koi fark nahin padataa ki.vah le jaaya ja rahaa he.hameshaa ke liye ek darwaja band karne kii tarah, phir se kabhi nahin kholaa janaa chahie.cameraa kareeb or shant he, or ansu mere chehre par dhara karte hai.main chupchaap rock karata hum or daadi ko nahin jagaane kii koshish karata hum.aakhirkaar, mujhe khud kii pakad milti he or daadi ne apni ankhen kholin.'oh mere ladke, mujhe nahin laga ki aap ise banaaenge,' vah fusfusaaye, kamjor rup se.'main yahan hoon, daadi, main kahata hoon.main yahan hoon.'</s>
