Question

Write an epistolary story in 300 - 400 words.

Topic : Write on any aspect of Life and Society.




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Answer 1

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Dearest Diary,

LIFEST LIFE

Going through the pages, i still remember that days. My lifest life lived that days. I was a girl who never want anyone as friends and enjoyed very much being lonely, i mean, too much.

And only thing which was associated with me is my family ,i can't to talk without telling about mah mother.She is a bold lady,the boldest person I have ever seen in mah complete life. I am just an opposite to her. She was too lively and lovely. She always wondered about me, what a prodigy was me.

My story never included more characters, i was a person who enjoyed too much lonely before my lifest life had come into mah life.

Whenever many of mah friends, sorry, mah acquaintances, that's the right word ever to describe them... Whenever my acquaintances talked each other, with thier friends, i never feel any sorts of lonely feeling or discomfort. I always talked to myself, never feel lonely at all. But, days passed by, an incident completely changed me, my thoughts and mah feelings. That was the best day or worst day, i can't figure it out even after 20 years...until now.. A story that never ends and is still going on through two hearts, or not is happening or happened... It was the beginning of that non-ending story.

My world was always filled with some papers, i mean, books. Many say I am a bookworm, i never feeled bad, because I know, it's true Like day and night. So, a book fair is a place people like me go, i Mean, only go. Accidentally or Naturally, i was there that day, feeling too much hungry for mah world, for mah books. I used to take haunted novels that no one else likes to read. I, as usual, was about to take a similar one.When I try to pull out that book, one hand pressed on mah shoulders. A girl, which I felt too tall, approximately, standing 5 feet tall, stood behind me. A wide grin added beauty to her bright dimpled face. I still remember that book, that book she suggested me,it was a comic one.I never used to read such novels as I said before. Thinking on mah mind why she choose me for it.she was a perfect mind reader, i think, she said me the same thing I have thought of her. She herself tell me what I thinked of her and answered my doubt without me asking her of why .. She told me, i want to tell that dialogue in the way she said. She said : "Nothing in particular, i like your hat". That hat, maybe she is lying, but if its true, that hat changed mah life, seriously. Sometimes, some little things make a big change. I never could imagine, how big this change was. For first time I grinned, she also did te same.I think, the first ever person, ever more than my parents, to know my everything.. something..My lifest life, remained.. will remain of her.. I never know what feelings I have for her, worser or bestest.I only know, she was - My lifest life. Even though I don't know where she is now..My lifest life, never feel her as that of a human, something special, something more special than special,the best word to describe the life with her is lifest life I have ever lived..

Hope it helps.
[ Hope this may be enough ;p ]

Answer 2

THE STORY OF MY LIFE [BOOK]

I am a book. The words ‘High School English Grammar and Composition’ are written on my cover in huge letters. Yes, I am a grammar book. 

I was born many years back in the printing press of a publishing house in Delhi. When I was new, I wore a deep red, glossy cover which has faded over the years and has now become dull. 

In the press there were many others. like me with the same look, same content, same shape and size. One day we were all packed in boxes and sent to different book-stores across India. I was sent to a book-store in Connaught Place along with some of my friends. We were kept on one of its book shelves. 

One by one my friends left me and then one day the owner changed my place and dumped me in the store room because I was no longer in demand. My place was taken by some sleek, colourful grammar books. They had pictures on their covers like story books. I did not like them. They did not bear the serious look that a 
grammar book should have and I was sure that in the days to come they would accompany me in the store room.

I was wrong. The new books were sold off very quickly and some more were ordered. I felt sad. I wanted to cry, but I am not a human being. From that dark store room which resembled a dungeon, I could hear the goingson of the bookstore. With every swing of the main door my heart would leap thinking that someone would take me home and use me. I began to give up hope and resigned myself to despair when one day the main door of the bookstore swung open. “I want a good English Grammar Book,” said a sweet voice. I could hear the store keeper picking up those fancy grammar books and dropping them on the counter with a thud, “I don’t want these” complained the sweet voice. I heard next, “Don’t you have any grammar book which has more content?” Then the customer and the store keeper exchanged some words and I could hear footsteps coming towards the storeroom. My heart pounded heavily as the steps became more distinct. The latch turned and the door flung open. The storekeeper grabbed me from the shelf and wiped me clean. He almost flung me on the counter before a lady picked me up. She went through my pages and told the owner that she wanted me. I was then packed and handed over to her. I could feel the store owner’s relief in getting rid of me. 

Since then I am on Nisha’s table. Nisha is the lady who brought me home that day. She is an English teacher and glances through me every now and then. Though I am old, worn out, she values me a lot.