image yourself to be granny . write a diary entry expressing your ardent wish to climb tree and your family's disapproval of it.
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Dear diary,
Even the freshest bloom cleaving to fresh green leaves will one day be crushed under the feet of it's very admirers. My life is no different. Yesterday, I'd been the soul of my house, the mischief maker and the girl whose qualities were admired by all. But one day, I was sent off to an unknown place and was expected to take orders from a man I soon knew to be half mad. Now, my husband is dead yet I'm not free. I can never be that mischievous girl that I was before. I'm the crushed bloom, uncared for and forgotten. My wishes have no value in my son's eyes. Today, my grand children were climbing a tree in our backyard. Seeing them suddenly awakened the child in me. I felt the need to do the very same thing as the children were doing. I wanted to climb a tree. I knew it would not be easy for someone like me, but I was determined. I wanted to give it a try and see if the girl in me was still alive. Memories of my childhood came back to me. How there was no tree in our village which I could not climb. How I climbed up tall trees to spy on bird's nests. How I used to sit on the highest branch of the jamun tree in my uncle's backyard eating all the jamuns I could dream of. I wanted to do that again. And I felt I would succeed. But when my son heard that I was going to climb a tree, he couldn't stop himself from saying,"Ma! How could you imagine to climb a tree at this age ? Have you gone mad? If you fall down and break your bones or die we will be blamed! Do you hate me that much that you want me imprisoned?" I was left speechless. All the manners I had taught my son had already evaporated from him. All I could do was walk down to my bed, write to you, lie down and wait hopefully for my end.