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Narrate an Experience in About 80-100 Words Begining with the Follwing Words: It Was Sunday and I Was Enjoying the Latest Movie in the Theatre with My Parents......... - English

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Narrate an experience in about 80-100 words begining with the follwing words:
It was Sunday and I was enjoying the latest movie in the theatre with my parents.........

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It was Sunday and I was enjoying the latest movie in the theatre with my parents as it was planned. I remember it was their 25th Wedding Anniversary but pretended as if I forgot their anniversary and didn’t wish them. I had some different plans for their Anniversary which was a surprise for them because I knew they would not demand for anything on this special day. After the movie, we three of us went for lunch and later to a mall for shopping. In the evening when reached home there comes a surprise for my parents which I had already planned with the help of my family and friends. The house was completely decorated, cake was ready and the music was on when we entered. There was a great welcome of the couple with flowers and balloons all around. The guests were waiting for them and started clapping as they were entering. My parents were surprised to see this party which they never expected. My mother was in tears and father was speechless. Later, the cake cutting was done, dance performances done, games were played by the guests and lastly dinner. Overall, the party was great and was enjoyed by everyone. I think this is that one surprise which my parents would remember forever.

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Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of the mother: [you may begin with : My son never saw the skeleton in the cupboard ]
Yes, there was a skeleton in the cupboard, and although
I never saw it, I played a small part in the events that followed its discovery. I was fifteen that year, and I was back in my boarding school in Simla after spending the long winter holidays in Dehradun. My mother was still managing the old Green's hotel in Dehra - a hotel that was soon to disappear and become part of Dehra's unrecorded history. It was called Green's not because it purported to the spread of any greenery (its neglected garden was chocked with lantana), but because it had been started by an Englishman, Mr Green, back in 1920, just after the Great War had ended in Europe. Mr Green had died at the outset of the Second World War. He had just sold the hotel and was on his way back to England when the ship on which he was travelling was torpedoed by a German submarine. Mr Green went
down with the ship.
The hotel had already been in decline, and the new owner, a Sikh businessman from Ludhiana, had done his best to keep it going. But post-War and post-Independence, Dehra was going through a lean period. My stepfather's motor workshop was also going through a lean period - a crisis, in fact -- and my mother was glad to take the job of running the small hotel while he took a job in Delhi. She wrote to me about once a month, giving me news of the hotel, some of its more interesting guests, the pictures that were showing in town.


Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of Orlando :

[You may begin with : One day Rosalind and Celia met me ..... ]
One day Rosalind and Celia met Orlando. He did not recognize them because of their stained faces and simple clothes. He thought they were a shepherd boy end his sister. He made friends with them and often came to see them in their cottage.
Rosalind, still dressed as Ganymede, one day made fun of Orlando's poetry. 'I'll cure you of your love for this girl Rosalind!' she said. 'I will pretend to be Rosalind and you shall make love to me.
And there followed an amusing scene with Orlando calling Ganymede "Rosalind" and swearing that he would die oflove for her, and Ganymede refusing to believe it. 'Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love! said Rosalind, laughing at the earnest Orlando.
At last the young man said he would have to go. I must attend the Duke at dinner', he explained, 'but I shall be with you again at two O'clock.'
So Rosalind said goodbye to him, and waited impatiently for his return. Two O'clock came, however, but no Orlando, and Rosalind began to feel angry and disappointed. Just then Oliver, Orlando's elder brother, came running through the forest to their cottage. He held a blood-stained handkerchief in his hand, which he gave to Rosalind, saying that Orlando had sent it to her.
'What has happened? What must we understand by this?' cried Rosalind, full of fear for her lover's safety.


Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of the boy :
[You may begin with : My mother hopes that I am preparing ... ]
''I hope you're preparing for your exams,'' she wrote back.
''After all, there's not much we can do about a skeleton that's been hidden a way for ten or fifteen years. Anyway, there were two newspapers in the cupboard. The Daily Chronicle, published from Delhi on January 18, 1930, is complete. That was four years before you were born. The main headline refers to the 'Bareilly Train Disaster' in which thirteen passengers were killed and nineteen seriously injured. There are also two pages of book reviews, including a review of 'The Glenlitten Murder' by E. Phillips Oppenheim. I think you have read some of his books. Books on the Riviera.
''The other book is about the spirit world, and the possibility of communicating with those who have passed from this material world. Perhaps we can summon up the spirit of the person who inhabited the skeleton? She could tell us how she met her end. Old Miss Kellner holds seances and table-rappings. But how would she summon up a spirit if she doesn't know who it was in the first place?
''The second newspaper - incomplete - is the Civil and
Military Gazette of March 2, 1930. This was published from Lahore, and as you know, Mr. Kipling worked on it a few years earlier. The front page is missing, but page 5 carries an ad for a film called 'The Awakening of Love' starring Vilma Banky. Vilma was a popular heroine when I was a girl. Nothing much else of interest except for a small item under the headline 'Elder Murder Sequel' : ''


Read the extract carefully and rewrite as if you are the friend of the narrator :
[You may begin with: A couple of days later he was walking around ...... ]

    A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone.
On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a little girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree.
I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German, ''Do you have something to eat?'' She didn't understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woollen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, ''I"ll see you tomorrow. ''
I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat a hunk of bread or better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both. I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.


Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of O.W. Harrison:

[You may begin as: My appeal was dismissed by the Chief Justice and Mr. Justice Scoope ............. ]

The Chief Justice and Mr. Justice Scoope have dismissed the appeal of O.W. Harrison, who was charged with the murder of Mr. W. P. Elder in July and confirmed the sentence of death passed on him by the Sessions Judge of Manbhun.
"Nothing to do with our skeleton, of course, because Mr. Elder was buried at Jamshedpur, while Marrisln occupies an unknown grave. And in any case, our skeleton is a woman's. But I remember the case. Harrison was having an affair with Mr. Elder's wife. When confronted by the outraged husband, Harrison took out his revolver and shot the poor man. All very sordid. No mystery there for you. Concentrate on your studies. Second term exams must be near I am sending you a parcel of socks. I know they don' t last very long on you."
     Two weeks later, I wrote: "Dear Mum, thanks for the socks. But I wish you had sent me a food parcel instead. How about some guava cheese? And some mango pickle. They don't give us pickle in school. Headmaster's wife says it heats the blood.
"About that skeleton. If a dead body was hidden in that
cupboard after 1930- must have been, if the newspapers of that year were under the skeleton - it must have been someone who disappeared around that time or a little later. Must have been before Tirloki joined the hotel, or he'd remember. What about the registers- would they give us a clue?"


Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of the Daisy, the flower:

[You may begin as: I was very happy ........... ]
         How happy the daisy was! No one has the least idea. The bird kissed it with its beak, sang to it, and then rose again up to the blue sky. It was certainly more than a quarter of an hour before the daisy recovered its senses. Half ashamed, yet glad at heart, it. looked over to the other flowers in the garden; surely they had witnessed its pleasure and the honour that had been done to it; they understood its joy. But the tulips stood more stiffly than ever, their faces were pointed and red because they were vexed. The peonies were sulky; it was well that they could not speak, otherwise, they would have given the daisy a good lecture. The little flower could very well see that they were ill at ease, and pitied them sincerely.
            Shortly after this, a girl came into the garden, with a large sharp knife. She went to the tulips and began cutting them off, one after another. "Ugh!" sighed the daisy, "that is terrible; now they are done for."
        The girl carried the tulips away. The daisy was glad that it was outside, and only a small flower - it felt very grateful. At sunset, it folded its petals and fell asleep, and dreamt all night of the sun and the little bird.


Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of Oliver.

You may begin with: I had searched for Orlando everywhere .......
 
Oliver told them his story. He had searched for Orlando everywhere in the forest, he said, and at last, tired and hungry, he had fallen asleep under a tree. On his way from Rosalind’s cottage, Orlando had seen his brother lying asleep. A big snake had curled round Oliver’s neck and was just going to bite him when it saw Orlando and slipped away into a bush. And then Orlando saw that a hungry lion was waiting under the same bush, ready to kill Oliver as soon as he woke up.
 
Orland thought of all his brother’s unkindness to him in the past. Why should he risk his own life to save his brother who had always been cruel to him? Twice he turned away to leave Oliver, but he had a kind and noble heart and at last decided that he could not leave his brother to die. So he fought the lion. The fierce animal tore and bit his arm, but he managed to kill it. Oliver, wakened by the noise of the fight, saw that Orlando was risking his own life to save him. He was filled with shame at all his past unkindness to his young brother, and he begged Orlando to forgive him.
 
Orlando took his brother to the Duke, who gave him food and clothes. Orlando said nothing about the wound the lion had given him, but it had been bleeding all the time, and suddenly he fell to the ground and fainted from loss of blood.

Read the following extract and rewrite it as if the dentist is narrating it:

[You may begin as: I told George that I thought I had seen him somewhere before .......... ]

Dentist: I thought I'd seen you somewhere before. Why I know your father well!
George: Do you, sir?
Dentist: Yes, rather. He was only speaking about you the other night. You've been having some trouble with two back teeth, haven't you?
George: (becoming suddenly nervous) N - no - that is not much.
Dentist: Ah! Well, your father thinks you'd better have them out. It's strange you should have come in tonight because I shall be seeing you in the morning. Your dad's made an appointment for you.
George: (obviously alarmed) N - no, not really? You - You don't mean this seriously, do you?
Dentist: Why, yes. But perhaps I shouldn' t have mentioned it. Your dad told me you particularly hate having teeth out. Still, never mind, it's quite painless, you know.
George: (gulping nervously) If there's one thing that gets me in a blue funk it's - (He realizes that Tom and Ginger are regarding him with eyes of triumph)
Tom: George, old chap, we're joining your club tomorrow.
George: Who says so?
Ginger: ou said so yourself, George. You promised. you'd let us join that club if you showed a sign of fear before leaving this house. Well, you showed it right enough the moment you heard you'd got to have some teeth out; and you can't go back on your bargain now - can he, boys?
Tom and Alfie: (in emphatic chorus) No fear!

Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of Tom.
[You may begin with: I crossed from the right to the centre and said that it was a queer place ...... ]

Tom: (crossing R.C.). This is a queer place. I wonder
if there's anybody in the house.
George: You've picked three empty houses already, and
you let us sing the whole of While Shepherds
Watched outside the last one before you found
out your mistake.
Tom: Well, that's better than what you did -you picked
the house where they had that bulldog.
George: (contemptuously) I wasn't afraid. of the bulldog.
Tom: No, maybe you weren't; but I'm not sure that
the savage beast hasn't tom off a bit of young
Alfie's suit, and if he has there won't half be a
row!
(Alfie fidgets nervously at the mention of his
damaged suit.)
Tom: (down R.C.) How much money have we
collected?
Ginger: (crossing C. to George) Let's have a look under
the light. (After counting coppers with the aid of
George's torch.) Eightpence halfpenny.
Tom: (in a tone of disgust) Only eightpence halfpenny
- between four of us - after yelling our heads off
all evening! Crikey! Money's a bit tight round
these parts, isn't it?
George: I told you it was too early for carol-singing. It's
too soon after Guy Fawkes' day.
(Faint distant scream off R.)
Tom: (startled) What was that?
George: What was what?
Tom: That noise - it sounded like a scream.
George: Nonsense.
Alfie: (L.) Let's go home.

Rewrite the following extract as if the girl with an apple is the narrator :

[You may begin like this: A stranger said something, in a language. I didn't understand.... '] 

I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German. "Do you have something to eat?" 
She didn't understand.  I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question 111 Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid In her eyes. I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woollen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and. as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly," I'll sec you tomorrow."  I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To the caught would mean death for us both. 
I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her lire for me?  Hope was in such short supply), and this girl on the other side of the ranch gave me some. as nourishing in its way as thc bread and apples.  Nearly seven months later. my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped 10 Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia. "Don't return," I told the girl that day. "We're leaving." 


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