An essay from way back when.
Today, 28th October, 2010, I woke up with the thought of one of my English essay writings in S.S. School that fetched me one of the highest scores of all time. I desperately wanted to review the content of a story my less mature mind could invent at that time (I could merely remember the theme of the story); I wanted to do that because I felt some sort of fulfilment lied in wait for me on fulfilment of the quest. So, after my morning biking which took me to places I had never stepped previously in the neighbourhood, I settled to ransacking the old metallic box which lies at my bedside. The box had been used for transporting (to and from school) and storing effects when I was in the boarding house; on ‘graduating’, I converted it to permanent storage for my ‘old’ school books.
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| The box in question with dirty laundry stashed on top as usual... |
After a thorough search of the box, I sadly couldn’t lay my hands on the essay of my dreams (it was a short fictional story). On the bright side, I found this other beautiful essay from my then (and still) optimistically futuristic mindJ. We were told to write it then by an English teacher, but to my disappointment, she didn’t request that it be submitted. Those were the days when I used to get fulfilment from submitting my diligently done work; not now that I never attempt any assignment on my ownL. I decided to upload it for your reading pleasure (hope it fulfils that purpose).
