Give wings to your imagination and weave an interesting short story in about 200 words. Do include
atleast two characters and some dialogues to make the story interesting and authentic. The opening line of
the story is : Deen Dayal was a very hard working farmer. One day he was standing on the roof of his house,
watching his crops swaying and dancing with the wind, feeling elated because his hard work would be
paying off in few days when grains would be sold in the market. Suddenly he saw a huge swam of
locusts..............
Answers
Answer:
Ggggggggggggggggg
Explanation:
But I should have a better idea of what I have done for the next few weeks and I will be back in the next three hours and I will be back in touch with the education.
Answer:
A slow day
Explanation:
Wow, it’s been a very slow day.
The slow days are the worst around here, which is strange when you come to think about it.
I used to long for the slow days when i was smaller.
Slow days were the dream.
On a fast day the world is like a war zone.
There’s so much shouting.
So many tears.
Things get thrown then.
Lots of things.
Things break.
Cups.
Plates.
Bones.
The fast days are bad.
Bad.
Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing good about the fast days.
On a slow day the world is peaceful. Tranquil even.
On a slow day everyone is quiet, respectful, polite, thoughtful.
Human.
On a slow day it’s like we’re a normal family. It’s feels like the way life is supposed to be.
It’s not that I find it boring. Honestly it’s pretty close to Heaven.
It’s all I long for on the fast ones.
The thing is, you can’t trust a slow day.
Never.
Never trust a slow day.
One wrong word, one wrong move, one wrong sigh and a slow day changes in less than a second.
You can’t trust a slow day.
Slow days are the worst.