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  Tortured by doubt and remorse, the postmaster sits in the glow of a charcoal sigri that night, waiting for news of his daughter. As he sits, he writes his diary. As the postmaster, write a diary entry outlining your feelings about the day's events.  

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    Friday 26th July, 2000 10 :00 pm It has been a torture, waiting to hear from my sick daughter. Now, I will have to spend another night in anxiety. What an eventful day it was! Waiting for my daughter's letter, I was shocked when I picked up Ali's letter thinking it to be my letter! Now, I understand what All must be going through. having waited for five years to hear from his daughter. I regret my haughty behaviour with him. This morning something very strange happened. Seeing Ali's letter, I had thought of giving it to him personally. Soon enough, there was a knock at 5 o'clock. I quickly opened the door. Ali was standing there looking all the more old but his eyes were strange. I gave the letter to him. Just then my clerk, Lakshmi Pas called me. When I turned around, Ali was not there and the letter was lying on the floor. Lakshmi Pas told me that Ali had died three months back. This evening, i went with Lakshmi Pas and laid the letter on his grave and asked for forgiveness. Never again will I behave in this manner.