Suddenly a daring thought came to her and as she hurried home she said to herself. Why
not? There's no harm in trying it.' 'It would be nice to go to the concert. I don't know when we'll get another opportunity to
hear Pandit Ravi Shankar,' she said to her mother later. And her father agreed to get the tickets.The next day as Smita and her father were leaving for the concert, her brother smiled and said, 'Enjoy yourself, though the words came out in painful gasps. 'Lucky you!' Sitting besides her father in the gallery, Smita heard as in a dream the thundering welcome the audience gave the great master. Then the first notes came over the air and Smita felt as if the gates of a land of enchantment and wonder were opening. Spellbound, she listened to the unfolding ragas, the slow plaintive notes, the fast twinkling ones, but all the while the plan she had decided on the evening before remained firmly in her mind. The chance of a lifetime. She heard Anant's voice in every beat of the tabla.The concert came to an end, the audience gave the artistes a standing ovation.A large moustachioed (having a long moustache) man made a long boring speech. Then
came the presentation of bouquets. Then more applause and the curtain came down. The people began to move towards the exits.Now was the time. Smita wriggled her way through the crowds towards the stage. Then she went up the steps that led to the wings, her heart beating loudly. In the wings a small crowd had gathered to talk about the evening concert, to help carry bouquets and teacups and instruments.
A2. Why did Smita keep remembering Anant's voice in every beat of the
tabla?
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Answers
Explanation:
she hurried home she said to herself. Why
not? There's no harm in trying it.' 'It would be nice to go to the concert. I don't know when we'll get another opportunity to
hear Pandit Ravi Shankar,' she said to her mother later. And her father agreed to get the tickets.The next day as Smita and her father were leaving for the concert, her brother smiled and said, 'Enjoy yourself, though the words came out in painful gasps. 'Lucky you!' Sitting besides her father in the gallery, Smita heard as in a dream the thundering welcome the audience gave the great master. Then the first notes came over the air and Smita felt as if the gates of a land of enchantment and wonder were opening. Spellbound, she listened to the unfolding ragas, the slow plaintive notes, the fast twinkling ones, but all the while the plan she had decided on the evening before remained firmly in her mind. The chance of a lifetime. She heard Anant's voice in every beat of the tabla.The concert came to an end, the audience gave the artistes a standing ovation.A large moustachioed (having a long moustache) man made a long boring speech. Then
came the presentation of bouquets. Then more applause and the curtain came down. The people began to move towards the exits.Now was the time. Smita wriggled her way through the crowds towards the stage. Then she went up the steps that led to the wings, her heart beating loudly. In the wings a small crowd had gathered to talk about the evening concert, to help carry bouquets and teacups and instruments.
A2. Why did Smita keep remembering Anant's voice in every beat of the
tabla?
PLEASE ANSWER ME THIS QUESTION AS SOON AS POSSIBLE
REFER THE PASSAGE