Sounds heard by the narrator as he settled down to read a story book
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Answer:
down with a storybook. The quiet afternoon presented the perfect backdrop for reading an adventure story.
Explanation:
My father was a medical professional working for a private company in Raniganj in West Bengal. The
officers of the company were housed in individual bungalows inside a large campus. Our house was in a
corner of the campus. The office’s club was adjacent to the boundary wall of our garden. The compound
was luxurious with green grass, colourful flowers and a host of tall and majestic trees. The seasonal
vegetables in the kitchen gardens of the households and the magnificent trees constantly attracted
squirrels and many species of birds; a group of langurs had even made their den in an aswatha tree
nearby. They had all become a part and parcel of our existence and daily life.
A small incident on a Saturday afternoon left a Profound effect on me and unfolded before my eyes a
whole new dimension to the wonders of God’s creation. It was a few days into the Puja vacation. Just
like for any other child, the holidays provided an opportunity for me to become engrossed in various
magazines and storybooks published specially for children in the festive season.
After a hearty lunch, my parents and my younger sister lay down for an afternoon nap and I settled
down with a storybook. The quiet afternoon presented the perfect backdrop for reading an adventure
story. The silence was occasionally broken by the sound of my family snoring, the intermittent chirping
of house sparrows, the harsh cawing of a crow the shrill call of a kite flying high above the ground.
Minutes ticked by. I became deeply absorbed in the book.
Answer:
Sounds heard by the narrator as he settled down to read a story book