Question

Write a story about a depressing day , you will never forget

Answer 1

There are days that are easily forgotten, but there are also those days which can never be forgotten as they change your life forever! One such unforgettable day happened to me when I was five years old. It’s been six years now, but I still remember every single thing that happened on that day, as if it was just yesterday.

It was a bright, sunny Sunday morning. I woke up and had my breakfast. It was the New Year’s Eve and we had planned to go somewhere to celebrate the New Year. As my family and I were sitting and planning the event in the living room, something kept pinging my brain, as if a signal — I was not comfortable.

As we were planning the celebration, I ignored the disturbance in my mind and concentrated on various other things being planned.

It was decided that we’d celebrate the New Year in a mall. So in the evening, we got ready and sat in the car. I was sitting close to my beloved brother. Unaware of the future, I felt scared — I was disturbed and wasn’t feeling happy at all.

We walked into the overcrowded mall. There were numerous things to look forward to and soon I forgot about the weariness I was having. After an hour or two, I noticed the absence of my brother. I started yelling at my busy family who jumped when they heard my first yell.

My family and I started to look for my brother. Tears filled my eyes when I searched the whole mall without a sign of my brother. Announcements were made but I couldn’t see my brother. When it was midnight, we went hopelessly to our home. A lot of search and enquiries made but to no avail...

Our family has a lost a precious part of it. I get sad and depressed when I think that had I understood what my sixth sense was telling me, my brother would have been with me today!

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Answer 2

Answer:

It was the 25th of June in the year 2002. The night had been sleepless because of scorching heat, attack of mosquitoes, and frequent failure of electricity. Early in the morning as I was dozing off to sleep, a postman woke me up. It was a piece of sad news. My elder brother who had gone to Pune to attend a seminar on education died there in a road accident. Hardly had my parents left for Pune by a car when a police party reached our place. I lost ground under my feet. They had a warrant for my arrest in connection with a student agitation in our college. They did not listen to my entreaties and took me to the police station. I rang up my lawyer friend but he was out of the station. It was only in the evening that I was bailed out. As I reached home, I found my younger sister crying bitterly. She told me that my nephew had been admitted to the hospital because of severe pain in the stomach. I rushed to the hospital in a rickshaw. On the way, I broke my leg and had to keep my leg in plaster for over three weeks. It is rightly said that misfortunes do not come alone. Even today when I remember that day of untold miseries, my heart comes into my mouth. It was really the saddest day of my life