Question

a story in which a promise plays an important role.250 word limit

Answer 1

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Explanation:

was a warm day. My eyes hurt when the morning sun fell all over. I could hear the shrieking voices of traffic and the whistles of cooker. My throat was dry. I opened my eyes and glanced around. It was my room. Every one of my things were in the correct spot. “What day it was?” I thought. I tried to get up, yet all of a sudden a deplorable idea made me fall.

“Amal… I am sorry to say this. Because of minor stun during the surgery you won’t almost certainly move your legs. Yet, I guarantee that it tends to be relieved by regular physios. I promise…Be bold and don’t lose trust.”

I tried to get up again. Goodness God! I can’t move my legs. I fell to the bed in a disheveled heap as my grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears.

A half year ago I was diagnosed to have third stage cancer. I was completely devastated then.

“Doctor…Is this disease treatable? I need a precise picture of it.”

“Doctor…Please don’t hide things from me.”

“Umm…Amal dear please calm down. Our pro group is there to support you. All we need is your whole hearted co-operation. We promise that we would attempt our level best to make you survive.

From that day onward I was trying to cooperate with them. I had my first surgery a week ago, trusting that my doctors would keep up their promise. Each time they continue telling me that everything is going to be great. This surgery is going to change Amal’s life. I didn’t need them to give me any more hopes this time.

But they came up with a new hope and new promise.

I could hold the heartbreak no longer. Gut wrenching sobs tore through my chest. The sorrow, distress and misery hovered around me like a snake. Every one of the promises given to me were futile. Promises are like pie crust, made to be broken…

I am drained living this way. “Oh! God Please end my life…”

“Amal…Do you know there are total eighteen stairs to climb to reach my home. I am not going to lift you. You need to climb it yourself.”

I took my phone and read the message over and over again. It was from Aadhi…Adhithya…Love of my life.

I was erupted like a volcano when I read it for the first time. I was so frantic at my situation and he is feigning something.

Each time I read it, my anger paced down. “What did he really mean by it.”

Consider the possibility that I lost my life during the surgery. It didn’t occur. I recovered my life. So there was hope.

“I want to walk…”

“I want to live normally without the smell of medicines and tormenting chemos.”

“What more…I want to climb any number of stairs.”

“If you don’t get everything you want, change the way you think about it.”

The greatest lesson he taught me.

That is the reason I love him. Not just due to the intense love he gives me. He tossed light to my life. Never sympathizes my state. I didn’t need to explain anything. He comprehends through my single breathe. Taught me, happiness is an attitude. Whether make ourselves miserable or happy, the amount of work is the same.

When I proposed him the main thing he needed was, whatever is the situation, I ought to never leave

Answer 2

THE LOST CHILD Jasmine Ali and two other friends decided to go an a picnic to a beach. They packed their bags and u ere quite excited. They reached the picnic spot and came across a small child who was crying. Jasmine stopped there and asked the little boy why she was crying. The boy did not answer back but kept on crying. Ali suggested that they should look for his parents. They looked around but couldnt find anyone who would come and say that he belonged to them. There was a great rush on the beach because it was a holiday. Jasmine carried the child in her lap and they went towards the enquiry room. When they entered the room two men were sitting there. Jasmine told them everything and requested them to make an announcement. The two men agreed immediately. They told Jasmine and Ali to sit and wait till someone came to take the boy. Ali asked the boy his name. He told them that his name was Mayank and he had come to spend their holiday on the beach. Mayank was calm now. He might have realised that he was in safe hands though fear could still be seen on his face. We waited for half an hour there. Then a couple came there. Both of them were dead scared. But when they saw Mayank tears started flouring down their eves. Mayank too ran towards them and hugged them one by one. He was also crying but this time the tears were of happiness. The couple thanked us and offered us some reward which we refused saying that it was our duty to help tire little boy. They went away and we also walked towards the beach quite happy and satisfied.