Question

Write a composition (in approximately $450-500$ words) on the following subject:

Write an original story with the following beginning:
"I was not more than fourteen at that time ....."

Answer 1

I was not more than fourteen at that time. Being born in an affluent family with a relatively aristocratic lineage, I thought myself to be extremely successful and admired. My parents doted on me as I happened to be their only daughter and I loved all the attention I got at school. Somehow all these pampering went to head. I was intoxicated with self importance.
It was at that time, Mohan, a Twelve year old orphan boy came to live in our house. My father took pity on the orphan and kept him for his help.
Mohan turned out to be a bright boy who spent all his free time reading my old, discarded, text books. Some times he used to accompany me for my horse riding sessions and there also he stole the show. I don't know when I started disliking the boy.
Then one day, all hell broke loose. My mother's favourite pearls went missing. In fact I had taken them from her dressing table and placed them in a tiny box in the servant's quarters. A thorough search was made. At the suitable time, I announced that I had seen Mohan passing the door of her room. And Lo! The beautiful string lay shining among his clothes. All this time he kept on whimpering, "No sir, I haven't taken it. I swear by God ------."
But no one took any heed. The next day the boy went missing. No one bothered about him. But there was guilt niggling at the back of my mind.
Years later, on my way back from one of our factories, I stopped at a small but neat restaurant. When I asked for the bill, the waiter told me that my meal was on the house. Bewildered, I looked towards the manager. I found a pleasant young man moving towards me. He greeted me cheerfully and said, "You won't remember me sir but, I'm Mohan, your servant boy." All the memories came rushing back. I felt awkward but I knew this was the moment to wash off all the guilt. I started apologizing. "Mohan I'm sorry ...." He waived off my apology, and said "Oh it's a simple rages to riches story. I was picked up by a gentleman, who wanted help in his dhaba. The business improved so much, that he made me his manager and now I own this restaurant!
Again, I started blubbering, "Mohan, it was bad of me ....." He said with a wide grin. "Oh madam, you were not more than fourteen then., Such things happen, and you see what happened to me. If I had not left and Haveli at that time, do you think I would be in this place now? I thank you Sir, for what you did to me" I'm happy for Mohan, but it was a cold consolation for the nasty thing I did to him.