It was midnight and almost the whole neighbourhood was asleep, Usama was sitting, bent over his study table and doodling on the corner of his paper on which he was supposed to write his thoughts about the story, ‘Slow and steady wins the race’’. The problem was that he couldn’t think of anything worth writing.

That was when the sounds of soft footsteps made him look up from his study table to find his grandma standing near his bedroom door, with a glass of milk in her hands.

“What are you doing so late at night?” she asked lovingly as she sat at the corner of his bed and placed the milk on the bedside table.

“Grandma, do you know that famous........

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