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| [My hero without a cape] |
"The only person I miss the most is my dad."
I still remember that exact date and time.It was 11:20 p.m on 17th August.'Do you know why I exactly remember this date and time?'It's because this was the time and date where I lost my dad,my only superhero.The only person who used to carry me on his back,the person who used to scold everytime for not having meals, the person i who used to pamper me with his love and care,the only person who used to be my backup against my mom and the only person I miss the most right now.
I miss the memories massively. Sometimes, it becomes too heavy that i feel like,"Why only the person who is left behind has to carry all these memories?Why only the person who is only having the memories has to bear all the pains?Is the person who left also feeling same?Is the person who left also having memories like the people left behind are having?"
Memories are immense pleasure but sometimes it just give pain.I do miss the time and the memories I had spent with my dad.But it's really painful sometimes because when I see a father and a daughter together,I feel happy but sad too as I dont have anyone to call as my 'Dad' now,I can only bring all those memories back and remember all those which is really painful sometimes.I dont know anything but I am 100% sure that I just miss my dad.The only person I want to have beside me is him right now.However,I cant have him.I can only go through the albums,smile at his pictures and drop tears while looking at his pictures.If this technology could come up with some time machine then I would not think about anything except for the thing I want to go back in the past and enjoy my times with dad but I guess it's my lame thinking.I feel like doing nothing sometimes because I miss him too much.
I never knew that a reality can become a memory.So,don't waste your time on things which are not worthful.Replace all those things with the time you are going to spend with your loved ones.
"LIFE IS SHORT YET TOO UNPREDICTABLE"
Saturday, 3 September 2022
My Last Duchess
-Robert Browning
Background information about the Poet
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said
“Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not
Her husband’s presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps
Fra Pandolf chanced to say “Her mantle laps
Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half-flush that dies along her throat”: such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
For calling up that spot of joy. She had
A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace—all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men,—good! but thanked
Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
In speech—(which I have not)—to make your will
Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,
—E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet
The company below, then. I repeat,
The Count your master’s known munificence
Is ample warrant that no just pretence
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
Thursday, 1 September 2022
News Report
Class X B wins The Gallery Walk Competition
By Ismita Gurung
XI Science
Gomtu Higher Secondary School
Class X B’s group 2 won the Gallery Walk Competition in Gomtu Higher Secondary School which was held on 17th June at the school’s MPH,based on their presentation and creativity.
Class X Gallery Walk Competition was based on the three stories they have learned in their syllabus.
The three stories are ,”Hey come on out! ”Is he living or is he dead?” and” The white Knight.”



