diary entry on The Lost child
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Dear diary,
Do you know what happened today,It had been the worst day of my life.As you know from few days I was insisting my parents to take me to the temple fair,yesterday my father decided to take me there.It was not that good as I thought.As it was Ganesh chathurti there was a immense crowd while moving I was holding my mother's hand but by mistake I hold the hand of the women moving by.When I got to know that It was not my mother I started crying as I was panic striken.I saw a police station and quickly ran towards it.The police man asked my and father's name.He made an announcement and my father came there.I wish that this day will not come again in my life
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Dear Secret,
It was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity. Some walked, some rode on horses, others sat, being carried in bamboo and bullock carts. One little boy ran between his father’s legs, brimming over with life and laughter. “Come, child, come,” called his parents, as he lagged behind, fascinated by the toys in the shops that lined the way. He hurried towards his parents, his feet obedient to their call, his eyes still lingering on the receding toys. As i came to where they had stopped to wait for him, he could not suppress the desire of his heart, even though he well knew the old, cold stare of refusal in their eyes. “I want that toy,” i pleaded. His father looked at him red-eyed, in my familiar tyrant’s way. His mother, melted by the free spirit of the day was tender and, giving him her finger to hold, said, “Look, child, what is before you!”. I an towards his parents gaily and walked abreast of them for a while, being, however, soon left behind, attracted by the little insects and worms along the footpath that were teeming out from their hiding places to enjoy the sunshine.There were many shops like A sweetmeat seller hawked, “gulab-jaman, rasagulla, burfi, jalebi,” at the corner of the entrance and a crowd pressed round his counter at the foot of an architecture of many coloured sweets, decorated with leaves of silver and gold. The child stared open-eyed and his mouth watered for the burfi that was his favourite sweet. “I want that burfi,” he slowly murmured. But he half knew as he begged that his plea would not be heeded because his parents would say he was greedy. So without waiting for an answer he moved on.There was a roundabout in full swing. Men, women and children, carried away in a whirling motion, shrieked and cried with dizzy laughter. I watched them intently and then he made a bold request: “I want to go on the roundabout, please, Father, Mother.” There was no reply. I turned to look at his parents. They were not there, ahead of him. He turned to look on either side. They were not there. He looked behind. There was no sign of them.
I was lost!!!!!.
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Dear Diary,
Today is the worst day of my life.Do you know today I lost in the fair.
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I was seeing the round about but when I turned around to request my parents to give me a ride on it,my parents are not there.I was very frightened and worried.I was crying and then a stranger took me up in his arms and offer me every thing that I wanted earlier
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but I am scared I and just want my parents back.
thanking you