Imagine yourself as Coachman Ali and write a diary (400-450 words) explaining the pain and trouble you were going through
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Life could be so unpredictable, I had not imagined in the wildest of my fancy! Such a sharp hairpin bend on the road of life, and I fell down the precipice! How can life be so cruel? My only daughter, whom I nurtured so lovingly left me so all of a sudden! I was left alone! I have been living a forlorn life for five years. Every moment has been a moment of excruciating anguish. The pain of separation has made me wiser also. In retrospect when I ponder over my past ways of life, I feel so ashamed of my self. How cruel and insensitive I used to be. I killed hundreds of partridges and hares. How many families of those birds and rodents I devastated. I know within my heart, God has punished me rightly for my sins. We live in a perfectly organized universe! Each and every thought we think, each and every word we speak, and each and every action we do, there is a reckoning done automatically. And this reckoning is done here and now; not in the distant future. We are accountable for our actions. Only the hope of hearing from Miriam has been keeping me alive. I have an instinctive faith that she will either write to me or come to see me once before I die. Though living hundreds of miles apart the tender bond of filial affection still connects us. But I am growing weaker everyday. At times I shudder at the prospect of not being able to see or hear any news of my daughter before my fast approaching death! I am not confident whether God has forgiven me or not! If he has forgiven me, he will surely send her to see her old father. Even the people are so sensitive. Especially the postmen and the postmaster at the post office. I have been going there every day for the last five years in hope of a letter from Miriam. Careless as they are, they might lose the precious letter of my daughter. But they make fun of me! They crack jokes on me! How rudely the postmaster reprimanded me for inquiring about any letter from Miriam! My fear of not being able to receive any letter from Miriam might turn out to be true. Now I will have to make other arrangements. I will go to post office tomorrow; and request Lakshmi Das, the kind postman to do me a favour. He won't deny me my last wish. I will give him all my savings for the favour. I will request him to deliver Miriam's letter on my grave in case a the letter comes after my death. Oh God, have mercy on me! I pray to you to deliver me out of this painful existence!