Winter is coming

After half an hour Bholababu re-entered. 

He came and said, uncle, I will also study. 

Mama said, well, grow up a little, I will buy you all the books to read in colors. Bhola: No, not that kind of study, like the kind of study that Dada does. 

There's paper and there's a stick, and you put glue on the paper and put a stick in it, like that.

Hearing the description of grandfather's studies, uncle's eyes became fixed. 

He trotted slowly up to the third floor, quietly peeking into the room and saw his archer nephew sitting in front of the window making a kite. 

The two books are lying on the rug near the door. 

Mama carefully grabbed the two books and brought them down.

After a while Gopalchandra called. 

When Gopal came, uncle asked, how many more days of your vacation are left? Gopal said, eighteen days. Uncle: Are you studying well? 

Or are you just evading? Gopal: No, I was reading for so long. Uncle: What book were you reading? Gopal: Sanskrit. Uncle: Don't you need a book to read Sanskrit? 

And many thin papers, glue and sticks need to do a variety of crafts?

Gopal's eyes are fixed! 

What does uncle say? 

He yawned in utter shock and looked at his uncle. 

Uncle said, where is the book? 

Gopal said, on the third floor