Tortured by doubt and
remorse, the postmaster sits in the glow of a charcoal sigri that
night, waiting for news of his daughter. As he sits, he writes his
diary.
As the postmaster,
write a diary entry in about 150 words outlining your feelings about
the day's events.
Tortured by doubt and remorse, the postmaster sits in the glow of a charcoal sigri that night, waiting for news of his daughter. As he sits, he writes his diary.
As the postmaster, write a diary entry in about 150 words outlining your feelings about the day's events.
Note: This
question is to be answered on the basis of your own understanding,
experience and thoughts. It is strongly recommended that you prepare
the solution on your own. However, one sample solution has been
provided for your reference.
Dear Diary,
I am very disturbed
today. There is still no news of my daughter. Yesterday a letter
came. When I read the envelope, it was addressed to Ali.
Ali, till very
recently, used to come to the post office everyday. One day,
irritated by his constant pestering, I rebuked him harshly. However,
now I realize his grief and pain.
Yesterday a letter came
for him. Next morning, I got up early and went to the post office. I
wanted to give Ali his letter personally. At five, there was a knock
on the door. It was Ali, leaning on a stick. His eyes glowed with a
strange light that I was amazed to see. And then Ali disappeared.
Suddenly, Lakshmi Das, the clerk came. He could not believe that I
was speaking to Ali. He told me Ali had been dead three months ago. I
was shocked. I regret my behaviour towards him. May his soul rest in
peace.
Note: This question is to be answered on the basis of your own understanding, experience and thoughts. It is strongly recommended that you prepare the solution on your own. However, one sample solution has been provided for your reference.
Dear Diary,
I am very disturbed today. There is still no news of my daughter. Yesterday a letter came. When I read the envelope, it was addressed to Ali.
Ali, till very recently, used to come to the post office everyday. One day, irritated by his constant pestering, I rebuked him harshly. However, now I realize his grief and pain.
Yesterday a letter came for him. Next morning, I got up early and went to the post office. I wanted to give Ali his letter personally. At five, there was a knock on the door. It was Ali, leaning on a stick. His eyes glowed with a strange light that I was amazed to see. And then Ali disappeared. Suddenly, Lakshmi Das, the clerk came. He could not believe that I was speaking to Ali. He told me Ali had been dead three months ago. I was shocked. I regret my behaviour towards him. May his soul rest in peace.
