Question

“One day back there in the good old days when I was nine and the world was full of every imaginable kind of magnificence, and life was still a delightful and mysterious dream...” The story begins in a mood of nostalgia. Can you narrate some incident from your childhood that might make an interesting story?

Answer 1

We are a small happy family consisting of three members. Luckily, we shared a common hobby of travelling. We were in the lap of Himalayas, somewhere near Ranikhet in the Garhwal range, when suddenly my parents suggested that I should study in a residential school there. I seemed extremely elated with the fantastic idea. Years later, when I was in Grade 7, my parents started searching for a good boarding school where they could get me admitted for my further studies. I didn't have words that could describe my exact feeling at that point of time. I was very happy as well as equally scared at the very thought of living separately from my family. I knew this very well by then that this would be a final farewell from my home and my family. Further studies, college and now in a job, I have always gone back home on vacations and had a very great time, but I have always been very aware deep inside that I was a boarder and had to leave within a few days. I never knew where the towel was hung, when the milkman came, when my mother sat down to have her evening tea, nothing. I did not even find it necessary to know all these minor details because I knew one thing for sure, I was a guest for merely a week so why to bother!

Answer 2

We are a small, happy family with three members who all love traveling. Once, while we were in the beautiful Himalayas near Ranikhet, my parents suggested I attend a residential school there. I was thrilled by the idea. Years later, when I was in seventh grade, my parents started looking for a good boarding school for me. I felt a mix of happiness and fear at the thought of being away from my family. I knew that leaving for boarding school meant saying goodbye to home for good. Even now, as an adult with a job, I always return home for vacations and enjoy my time there. But deep down, I know I'm just visiting and will have to leave again soon. I don't know the little details of home life anymore, like where the towel is kept or when the milkman comes, because I'm only there for a short time. So, why bother learning?