Answer:
Diary entry recording an experience after visiting a traditional village fair.
Explanation:
12 October 2019
Saturday
Dear Diary,
Once, our whole family had gone on a vacation to the northeast states. And on one occasion, my father took me and my younger sister to a traditional village fair which was our very first experience attending any such fairs. It was more than I had imagined. The whole ground was full of people moving along, with stalls erected in all corners. The stalls have toys, food, clothing, necessities, and even handmade bamboo products. While the fun and activities part was on another side of the huge ground, I was more into the crafts and wooden products. I asked around for the price, thinking that they'll be too costly and I wouldn't probably have it in me to buy them. But to my surprise, they were so cheap, compared to how things are in my home city of Delhi. I asked my father to buy me so many things that I had to make choices.
Moreover, the one most surprising thing was the friendliness and openness of the village people in helping others, even strangers. They knew we were from out of town and made sure that we are safe, and immediately tried their best to help, even by the old women who couldn't speak English. While their native language was foreign to us, that did not stop them from voicing their concern.
My sister got so many traditional dolls, toys, and other art crafts. I think this was the one time we got ourselves so many things. But it was such a wonderful experience being there, and I don't regret ever spending time or money there.
I only hope I can go there again next year.
Here's hoping for that.
Love,
Sneha.
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Answer:
My Answer
Explanation:
I think this poem is called a sonnet. <3
This is for “the tell-tales heart”
Answer: I have briefly read the book but here is my answer:
Explanation:I think that it is because the old mans heart beats were the reason of the narrators breakdown. They were pressuring the narrator to tell the truth. It was almost as if the old man was still alive persuading the narrator to tell the truth, but the old man didn’t need to do that. He only needed the narrators anxiety issues to do that. Between the eye, the anxiety, the heart beat, even the police, the narrator felt trapped in his own web that has been weaved every time be even looked at the old man. This story is about anxiety, remorse, sadness, guilt. The old man didn’t need to tell on the narrator. The narrator did that himself. In conclusion, it’s called “the tell-tales heart” because it was the heart that told on the narrator to the police, at least not directly. When we think of tell-tale, we think of someone who tells on people and exposes them, that is exactly what the heart did, but he did it in a way that would guilt and posses the narrator to do it himself. The purpose of the story is that no matter how much you try to run away, it will always catch up to you, whether it’s guilt, your past, your enemies. At one point you have to face it, before it’s too late.
Hope this helps!
