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My Autobiography

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Introduction

My Autobiography It was the summer before I started secondary school. I had just turned eleven. My family went on holiday to our homeland, India. In search of enlightenment. This was only the second time I had been there but already I felt I belonged there, as though a strong hypnotic spell was constantly drawing me towards it. I had missed my family dearly and although I couldn't wait to see them that wasn't the most important reason I loved India, nor was it the wondrous sights, but the lush green fields and the golden sandy beaches that glistened in the glorious sunshine. I remember lying there lazily, having nothing to do. There I would be as free as a bird. The reason we flew back was due to the upcoming wedding of my cousin. I remember having to stay with my Great Uncle's family. Everyone was busy preparing for the wedding, they were so wrapped up in what they were doing it was like they had sometimes forgotten about me. Still the atmosphere was great, and it was one of the best moments of my life. ...read more.

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Only the soft sounds of people mourning could be heard as I lay in my mother's arms helplessly. One of my closest relatives had died and I could do nothing about it. I peered through the windows and saw the darkness, which had already filled my heart. I began to think about all the fun times we had had together, to try and ease the pain. The time when I first went to India with him. All the times he took me to the park and for long walks when I was younger back in England. It almost made everything worse. I could hear my mum crying and chanting what I assumed was a prayer. The van came to a sudden halt, we had arrived at my Grandparent's house. It seemed as though we had been in the van for hours rather than barely twenty minutes. My heart began to ache as I looked above to see a faint shadow of what seemed like my Grandmother sat next to my granddad's body. My mother held me as we walked up the long winding stairs which I wished led to heaven and my Grandfather, but instead all that was left was his body. ...read more.

Conclusion

All the emotions they had shown were worth nothing to them. They didn't care that someone had lost a Husband, a Dad, a Granddad or even a role model. It seemed like they could control their emotions. Turning them on and off at any given time. This was one of the many lessons I have learnt, that some people are heartless. I had never seen people who could be so cold. I sometimes wish my Grandfather was still alive. I wish I had been taken instead of him. Although that didn't happen I often wonder what he would tell me to do in certain situations. Sometimes I feel he is still alive and lives within me. My parents still talk to me about him and tell me things about his childhood. I still feel very proud to have been related to him and I also feel a great amount of gratitude towards him, as without him I wouldn't have any of the things I have today. I think a lot about him and often wonder if he's looking down at me from above. I will always try to carry on what he started his selfless personality and determination to capture excellence is what I have based my life on today. ?? ?? ?? ?? 1 ...read more.

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