English Chapter 3 The Letter Class 10 Summary, detailed Explanation of the story Govardhandas Joshi (); He wrote by the pen name “Dhumketu ”. 28 Mar The Letter By Dhumketu. 1. A Presentation on: The Letter -Dhumketu; 2. Dhumaketu (–) was the pen name of Gaurishankar. 19 Jan Ppt on the letter BY DHUMKETU ENGLISH LITERAture class 1. ·Dhumaketu (–) was the pen name ofDhumaketu (–).
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Ali came out very slowly, turning dhumkeetu every few steps to gaze at the post office. Ali was heartbroken and very slowly came out of the building knowing this was his last visit there. What is the moral of the story ” The Letter” by Dhumketu. The voices of two or three people busy and their routine work could be faintly heard through the wall.
He is impatient and absent minded and so asks him to note down his daughter’s name in case a letter arrives from her in his absence.
She went off with a soldier into his regiment in the Punjab, and for the last five years he had no news of this daughter for whose sake alone he dragged along a cheerless existence. A worshipper of lord Vishnu repeats his traditional thousand names in quick succession as he dhjmketu well — versed with them.
Ali had been visiting the post office for the last five years and would sit patiently, waiting for his name to be called out. Ali had been a clever shikari. Both Ali and the postmaster are similar as fathers. Ehumketu whole universe is built up through love and that the grief of separation is inescapable. Lerter the voice called his name, he stood up, thanked god and reached the door. Believe in Karma Theory There is no denying that life is often a reflection of one’s own deeds.
What strange wish did Ali make in his last meeting with Gokul? The postmaster was so astonished that he did not reply but later said that he was dhummketu to Ali, to which he replied, that Ali had died three months ago.
Give reasons for your answer. He always occupied a particular seat in a particular corner of the building, and when the people got to know his habit they laughed at him.
He no longer thought of them in terms of envelopes and postcards. ,etter day the postmaster did not receive any letter, he went to the post office at 3, next morning.
He spent many days without peace. Lakshmi Das had heard the postmaster’s words as he came towards the office from another quarter.
He called the postmaster and enquired about his letter. As it was very early in the morning, the streets from which he used to pass were empty.
Dhumkrtu clerk read out the addresses- Police Commissioner, Superintendent, Librarian – and flung the letters deftly. Yet how could he still hope to hear from Miriam? On one side of the road was a row of trees, on the other side the town’s public garden. They accompanied the old man on his otherwise lonely journey. The sky was darker now and the cold more intense, for the wind was blowing straight along the road, on which they fell like frozen snow, only the faint light of the morning star.
The old man went back slowly to the bench on which he had been accustomed to sit for five long years. He was remorseful as now he could relate to Ali and understood the pain he was undergoing. The postmaster had sympathy for the poor old man. The postmaster was beginning to lose his temper.
Free help with homework Free help with homework. The old man went in quietly and squatted on the veranda. At the end of the garden stood a handsome building of the newest style, and the light gleamed through the crevices of its closed doors and windows.
Ali considered the post office to be a place of pilgrimage. He had been visiting the post office every day for the last five years. All the exercises and Question and Answers given at the back of the lesson, CBSE board questions have also been solved.
He used the stick for support while walking.
Ali continued and told the clerk that in presence of heaven and god he is giving these gold coins to him, and whenever he receives the letter from Miriam he must deliver it to him. Miriam’s letter was still lying near the door, Ali’s image was still before dhimketu eyes. The write compares the cold weather to an enemy in the guise of a friend.