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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But for the faith and love, that warmed him, he could not have borne the thf cold. And dhumkegu this, he sat down under a tree and wept bitterly. As it was very early in the morning, the streets from which he used to pass were empty.
The postmen began to make a game of him. It was then that he realized that he had been committing a sin all his life. Both of them then had a common mind; a father’s heart! Coachman Ali was a frail old man who had been a clever hunter in his youth.
An enemy, who is disguised as a friend, lures his prey with a comforting and affectionate smile. In the grey sky of early dawn stars still glowed, as happy memories light up a life that is nearing its close.
He believed that one day a letter from his daughter dhumletu surely arrive.
Similarly, the clerk spoke out the names of the recipients on the letters. Happy memories light up a life that is nearing its close. At the stroke of five he heard a soft knock on the door: Though others shower kind words when we are sad, it doesn’t mean that they really understand what hurts our heart exception is our beloved ones like Mom, Dad, Sibling, True Friends, etc.
His eyes were wet, his patience was lost, but he still had some hope. And another had a habit of going to the river bed in order to pour water on a certain stone everyday! He no longer thought of them in terms of envelopes and postcards.
Summary and Analysis of The Letter by Dhumaketu
The postmaster says to Ali, “What a pest you are, brother! His sharp eyes saw the hare crouching. He continued the course of action even in the face of difficulty or with little or no indication of success.
Yet how could he still hope to hear from Miriam? Whom did Ali meet on his way back from the post office? While Dhumoetu waited, peons would come for their firms’ letters and he would hear them discussing their masters’ scandals. Similarly, the cold weather befriends the people with the comfort of sleeping for long hours but actually the people are nearing death.
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But will you do one thing? This is where his karma repay him with pain of separation which he once instilled in the minds of innocent preys of his hunting passion. Or had it perhaps been Lakshmi Das? By the time he reached the straight road he got more tired which made him even slower. He could no longer enjoy the sportsman’s pleasure and laughter at the bewildered terror of the young partridges bereft of their parents.
From some houses came the sound of grinding mills, and the sweet voices of women singing at their work, and the sounds helped him along his lonely way. Most of its inhabitants were still in the arms of sleep, the sleep which grew more and more profound on account of the intense winter cold; for the cold used sleep to extend its sway over all things even as a false friend lulls his chosen victim with caressing smiles. From that day he had risen each morning at 4’oclock to walk to the post -office.
Ali appeared just like the way the clerk had left him. He was staring with wide-open eyes at the doorway from which Ali had disappeared. On hearing the post master, Lakshmi Das asked who was he talking to.
Summary and Analysis of Dhumaketu’s The Letter
The clerk was shocked. He found it difficult to walk on the straight road as the wind was blowing and the cold became more intense. There was no one with enough sympathy or understanding to guess the reason, but all were curious to know what had stopped the old man.
He would enjoy looking at their terrorized, grieving faces. Ali had been visiting the post office for the last five years and would sit patiently, waiting for his name to be called out.
He had been visiting the post office every day for the last five years. He is not justified in dhumkwtu him a pest. The post master is arrogant and cold. From long practice he had acquired great speed yhe reading out the titles – Commissioner, Superintendent, Diwan Sahib, Librarian – and in flinging the letters out. The old man went back slowly to the bench on which he had been accustomed to sit for five long years. Not sure about the answer? Ali got up too and saluting the post-office as though it housed some precious relic, went off.