Page No
Data:
B
Read the one tract of poem and the following activity
complete the following diogarn
The first four stage in person's life
mon and women
meally glagens
first stage
and last stage
ic
Answers
Answer:
10th
English
Writing
Story and Its Elements
Read the following extract ...
ENGLISH
Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of the mother:
[You may begin with: My son never saw the skeleton in the cupboard..........]
Yes, there was a skeleton in the cupboard, and although I never saw it, I played a small part in the events that followed its discovery. I was fifteen that year, and I was back in my boarding school in Simla after spending the long winter holidays in Dehradun. My mother was still managing the old Green's hotel in Dehra, a hotel that was soon to disappear and become part of Dehra's unrecorded history. It was called Green's not because it purported to the spread of any greenery (its neglected garden was chocked with lantana), but because it had been started by an Englishman, Mr. Green, back in 1920, just after the Great War had ended in Europe. Mr Green had died at the outset of the Second World War. He had just sold the hotel and was on his way back to England when the ship on which he was travelling was torpedoed by a German submarine. Mr Green went down with the ship.
The hotel had already been in decline, and the new owner, a Sikh businessman from Ludhiana, had done his best to keep it going. But post-War and post-Independence, Dehra was going through a lean period. My stepfather's motor workshop was also going through a lean period - a crisis, in fact - and my mother was glad to take the job of running the small hotel while he took a job in Delhi.
She wrote to me about once a month, giving me news of the hotel, some of its more interesting guests, the pictures that were showing in town.
MEDIUM
Share
Study later
ANSWER
My son never saw the skeleton in the cupboard. But, he played a small part in the events that followed its discovery. My son was fifteen that year, and he was back in his boarding school in Simla after spending the long winter holidays in Dehradun. I was still managing the old Green's hotel in Dehra, a hotel that was soon to disappear and become part of Dehra's unrecorded history. It was called Green's not because it purported to the spread of any greenery (its neglected garden was chocked with lantana), but because it had been started by an Englishman, Mr. Green, back in 1920, just after the Great War had ended in Europe. Mr Green had died at the outset of the Second World War. He had just sold the hotel and was on his way back to England when the ship on which he was travelling was torpedoed by a German submarine. Mr Green went down with the ship.
The hotel had already been in decline, and the new owner, a Sikh businessman from Ludhiana, had done his best to keep it going.
But post-War and post-Independence, Dehra was going through a lean period. My husband's motor workshop was also going through a lean period - a crisis, in fact - and I was glad to take the job of running the small hotel while he took a job in Delhi.
I wrote to my son about once a month, giving him news of the hotel, some of its more interesting guests, the pictures that were showing in town.
Answer:
frist stage is to born and last stage is to die