When I was a kid , I used to always peep into my grandpa's study room to know about his work but he never let me y he felt ill inside , his room was a old dusty one with a old typewriter and old chair , I always want to know what he does in his room , he always keeps typing something but he never says me about his work . But there is on thing about him that makes us get annoyed , he always wants us to maintain silence when he is doing his work . But his old chair was something that always make me remember about him , he used to make me sit in his ergonomic chair and twirls the chairs and I used to enjoy in it just like i was in a merry go round . But one fine day he fell sick and it seems he could never be recovered . Sadly one fine day he passed away . I missed him a lot but I knew he could never come back again , I was yet very curious to know about his work and one day I went to his study room which was locked ,I unlocked the room and stepped inside , oh ! my It was too horrible , I somehow manages and went inside . There was nothing in the table so I thought there could be something inside the drawers . I tried pulling the drawers but they were locked but one of the drawer was open . I gently opened the drawer it was very rough and I guess it must be oiled in its corners . Inside the drawer there were few document clipped inside the files . I took a file a opened it and to my astonishment I saw many articles which he typed , I opened one and I read a page it was too wonderful , he had used very standard English and too meaningful . Now I came to know about his work and why he always asked us to maintain silence during his work . I kept back the files inside and walked back away . After few years I came to know that my father is gonna demolish that room and construct another bedroom . With great difficulty I managed to take few files and his old chair and his typewriter . I kept in my loft safely , can never forget it .