HI all, I need an urgent help - please form 5 questions ( with answers ) on the chapter:
Travels with a Bear Cub by C H Donald
( Dreamcatcher lesson 10 { class 7 } )
As it's very urgent this question is for 75 points but i need very relevant answers too
The most appropriate answer will be marked too....
Answers
Answer:
Hello You should give the questions not a chapter name....
Explanation:
This is, on the face of it, quite skewed and distorted a view, but may be I am conditioned that way. It is a conditioning that has taken an eon to shape up, to acquire a form and feature of a neurotic aversion of sorts. I don’t know why it wearies and worries me a lot, always. I dread the approaching summers like a child who dreads the dark, like a bird of prey dreads the lurking predator. Half a decade in Delhi has done nothing to make me brave enough, strong enough, to think differently of the enervating months in my beloved city, which is at the root of my creative cravings and literary aspirations.
While I suffer from a phobia when it comes to rise in mercury levels, I, in an opposite measure, am quite euphoric about the arrival of the monsoon. When the first showers bless the parched, arid land, daffodils dance in my heart. The downpour drops dollops of joys… and I go berserk…I can feel several flowers bloom inside me…It fills all the trenches within, all the ponds, rivers inside…
The raindrops,the puddles of water are a joy to my world…It’s in the rains that I am seized with an urge for an outpouring…of all that fills me…
This year, therefore, when the monsoon made an early entry, i was more than relieved…It was not just a harbinger of a hope to get rid of the heat and the humidity, but also the blessing that the “boondhs” bestows on me…a blessing which ensures that the drops quench all my cravings, satiate the hunger for expression, touching all the “write” chords…
Answer:
I don't have class 7th book at this time