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I stepped out of the car. I wanted to alert Mrs. Das but if she knew i was there, my presence could make her worried. Maybe she would lose her balance, maybe those monkeys would pull at her bag or hair. I began to jog up the path, grabbing a fallen branch along the way to scare off those silly monkeys. Mrs. Das continued to walk as well, oblivious to her trailing grains of puffed rice. Over near the top of the incline, before a group of cells fronted by a row of squat stone pillars, i noticed that Mr.s Das was hard at work focusing his camera lens to get the perfect shot. His children stood nearby, under the arcade, jumping out from behind it every few seconds. I have to say it bothered me a tad.
I remember her saying, "Wait for me! I'm coming!"
Then Tina jumped up and down, because the mother she longed for was finally there.
Mr. Das requested that i take a picture of the five of them. How could i refuse. Then we noticed that Bobby had been missing. Then something remarkable happened. Mrs. Das sharply questioned the whereabouts of her son. I never thought I'd see the day...
Robo tang you did a really good job with your point of view change. I agree with you that I don’t really have a favorite story. I see that you did your point of view change for the story interpreter of maladies. I see that you made yourself as one of the characters in the story I think you did really well.
ReplyDeleteI agree Luke, I do not have a favorite story either, and I did something similar. You switched your perspective to Mr. Pizada. As I was reading the story I felt like it was meant to be written from his perspective. You did a very nice job keep up the good work.
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