"That is how I felt when I was preparing to return to my place of work after spending six months at
home. The fact that I was to leave behind my newly wed wife and go to a far off place did not help either
obviously I did not want to go".
Write a diary entry which the writer write during the above situation
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The Journey
Dear diary
when I was preparing to return to my place of work after spending six months at home. The fact
that I was to leave behind my newly-wed wife and go to a far-off place did not help either. Obviously
I did not want to go.
However, I finally did decide to go. I did not have much to carry by way of luggage – just
a trunk. Ours is a hilly terrain, without any motorable roads – and there is no certainty that we are
ever going to have any roads. In any case, while coming home we do not carry bedding. Besides,
I had come home this time round for a special purpose: to get married. My parents had arranged
my marriage, according to the customs of our tribal society. Time flew, and five months into my
marriage I realized it. Initially I thought of extending my leave – even taking unpaid leave. But
after some dilly-dallying,
responsibilities and I had got into debt.
On my way home from the bus stop, my trunk had been carried by a porter. The problem
now was we couldn’t find anyone who could help me carry the trunk to the bus stop. At another
time of the year, we would have easily found someone to help me, but now most of the villagers
were busy in the fields. Nobody had time to spare for me. In fact, carrying the trunk should not
have been such a worry for me except that my education had made me shun physical labour. After
all, I was a government officer and the idea of people seeing me carry my own luggage was not at
all amusing. Otherwise, for a young man like me it should not have been an issue to carry a 20-
kilo chest on my back.
Finally, my father came up with a solution. ‘Don’t worry. I myself will see you off at
Dirang.’
I protested. How could I allow my old father to carry my trunk? What would people think?
What would they say? But I failed to dissuade him. It was decided that father would carry the
chest.
A large crowd gathered at our place the day I was to leave. People had come to wish me
luck. It was 10.20 when I left for Dirang. My father had already left. As I had to do a bit of
catching up, I walked fast. Three kilometres down the road, I caught up with my father. Father
said, ‘You are late. Would you like to rest for some time?’