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Imaginative Writing

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Introduction

Tanzim Khan - 10MW Miss. Bright Coursework: Imaginative Writing As I was waking up a ray of light seeped through the curtains and hit my face. The bright sunlight was in my eyes forcing me to squint. I rubbed my eyes and for a moment had forgotten where I was and then I remembered, I was in India in my summer holidays 2001. I was on holiday with my mum, brother and my little sister. The place we were living in India was in south India, an area called Hyderabad. The weather was scorching hot and I felt weak and dehydrated when ever we went out. When we walked a sort distance it felt like we were walking a mile, every single journey felt like a prolonged expedition. I was wondering what to wear because three of my aunts and cousins were coming over to our house, I couldn't find anything and when I was about to give up a sky blue dress caught the corner of my eye and as I pulled it out of the cupboard I gazed at it for a while and knew it was the right choice. ...read more.

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I did not go however, nor did my little sister and two or three of my cousins. I did not expect that something like this would happen so abruptly and unexpectedly and at such an instant I just sat down anticipating and awaiting the arrival of my mother and brother. I used to call the women Mammy, she was a really generous, sweet-hearted lady and not that old, nasty grisly bear like some people describe old folk. Her death was a mammoth shot to us all, especially as we were all having so much fun we did not expect news of such a brutal nature. It was the only thing going through my head while I was sitting waiting. I began to question my integrity, "what is my position in life?" I began to ponder. It was getting late and they had not returned the phone had rang and I received it, it was my mum phoning from the house it wasn't that far, she said that she would be really late because there were many people and many of the women's sons where in Dubai and America. ...read more.

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It had been a long day and the time was roughly 1am mum had finally decided to go home and she had also met her cousins after many decades she had grown up with them but they had all moved away. The following day we went to their house again and I went up to the room where the girls were on one side and the boys on the other side of the room they all welcomed me with pleasant warm smiled on their faces and told me to sit down I confidently smiled back at them. After I sat down some of the people that didn't talk to me the one day earlier were talking to me I got excited and enjoyed my time with them we had water fights beat each other up and lots more. We were at a funeral but it didn't seem like it, it felt more like we were at a family gathering after many years, the time I had spent with them was quality time, worth valuing and I don't think that there can be another time like it. ...read more.

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