Question

Q1.Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions based on that.

Our house is filled with photos. They cover the walls of my kitchen, dining room and den. I see

our family’s entire history, starting with my wedding, continuing through the births of both sons,

buying a home, family gatherings and vacations. When my sons were little, they loved to pose.

They waved, danced, climbed trees, batted balls, hung upside down from the jungle gym and

did anything for a picture. But when they reached adolescence, picture-taking changed into

something they barely tolerated. Their bodies were growing at haphazard speeds. Reluctantly

they stood with us or with their grandparents at birthday celebrations and smiled weakly at the

camera for as short a time as possible.

I am the chronicler of our photographs. I select those to be framed and arrange the others in

albums. The process is addictive, and as the shelves that hold our albums become fuller and

fuller, I wonder what will become of them. Will anyone look at these photographs in future

years? If my sons look at them, what will they think of us and of themselves? One bright

afternoon, I took some photographs of my father with my husband as they fished in a lake near

our vacation house. As my sons and I sat on the shore and watched them row away, I picked

the camera up and photographed the beautiful lake surrounded by green trees. The two men I

loved gradually grew smaller until all I could see were my father’s red shirt, and the tan and blue

caps on their heads.

My father died a week later, and suddenly those photos became priceless to me. I wept when I

pasted them in our album. I wept again afterwards when I saw my younger son looking at them.

It was a few days before he went away to college. He had taken all our albums down from the

bookshelves in the den and spread them out on the carpet. It had been a very long time since I

had seen him doing this. Once he stopped posing for pictures, he seemed to lose interest in

looking at them. But now he was on the verge of leaving home. This was his special time to look

ahead and look back. I stood for a moment in the hall by the den, and then tiptoed away. I didn’t

take a photo of my son that afternoon, but I will remember how he looked for as long as I live.

Some pictures, I learned, don’t have to be taken with a camera.
ii).Answer the following questions in 20-30 words
(a). How did the author's sons pose for photos when they were little?

(b). What does she think will happen to her collection of photos?

(c ). Give examples that show that the author’s sons were averse to taking photographs.

(d). Why does she consider the photos of her father and husband fishing priceless?

(e). Describe how did the younger son of the author look at the photos when he was on the

verge of leaving home.

(f). Why does the author say some pictures don't have to be taken with camera?​

Answer 1

Answer:

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Answer 2

Answer:

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