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Creative Writing Coursework-Option 2

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Creative Writing Coursework-Option 2 I can still remember my joyful life with my granddad. Keeping in mind, the way he used to laugh, his big broad smile, the smell of his perfume, which he left everywhere he went. The way he used to put his family first in everything he did, not forgetting his love for the relations. However, none of those incidents will physically take place now. My blissful times with him have ended. I hate to think about him gone forever. It is upsetting. Nevertheless, he'll never be forgotten. I will bear in mind everything about him, always, but there is one certain thing, which will always stay with my most significant memories. The day he died... Minute after minute the phone continued ringing in both rooms whilst people young and old, paid their mourning respects. The room was in utter silence, it sounded like the phone was demanding someone pick it up. It was becoming very irritating for most of us. I could see the anger rising up in my uncle, since he possesses an extremely short temper. His main aim was, clearing the furniture out of the front and living room. The entire dining room looked gloomy and dismal; usually the light would have been beaming in through the glass doors, as bright as a hot summer's day. ...read more.

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As he went into the kitchen, I heard dishes and cutlery being clattered. A few minutes later, I smelt the mouth-watering smell of the appetizing curry. "Muna, come and help me in here," he said "Cha Chu Jee, (uncle), I can't. Mums said I'm not allowed in the kitchen as I create a hurricane," I answered. "Forget about that right now. Come and help me," he replied. Obeying him, I went in and asked him what he was doing. "Serving dinner to the men," he responded. "WHAT!" I enquired. His answer surprised me. He repeated the same astonishing words again, though I still could not believe him. My uncle, whom thought himself higher than everyone else, was serving dinner. "Muna, go and put these dishes in the mens" room whilst I pour the curry." I felt so grown up inside me whilst I served the delicious dinner. Never had I ever served dinner, since my mum would not let me. After I helped my uncle, I went and sat in the dining room. At that time, my uncle walked in. He instructed me to set the computer up, install the webcam and sign in onto the internet. As my uncle walked back into the mens room, I saw my cousin Khadija come into our house, walking in her usual penguin and babyish way. ...read more.

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There couldn't be any way she was going to get away at that time. I had to get my own back on her. I knew I would. My uncle asked her why she had been laughing. Through her laughter, she told him to look at the sheet. Handprints of henna were pasted onto the sides. On top, splurged henna covered nearly half the bed. It looked a shocking scene. My uncle shouted at her and told her to change it. She stopped her laughing and moved off the bed, glumly. I knew that was something she did not want to do. However, she had no choice then. As she got up to change it, I grinned at her like a Cheshire cat. I got my own back on her! I was triumphant. Looking back to that day now, a year later, I think it had been a mixture of both hilarious and distressing incidents. The atmosphere close by me would not let me get a grasp of the witty incidents. How I responded to my granddads death, was natural, I was upset and emotional. It was as if I had been dragged into the same mood as everyone else around me. The mood surrounding me was very strong and tense. This incident will be an important aspect of my most significant memories. Thursday 12th February 2004, a date I will never forget! ?? ?? ?? ?? English Coursework Mehmoona Nadeem ...read more.

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