By Bhuvi M
While walking back from work yesterday evening, on the iron gate of the house two blocks away, I saw a letter perched. The family had left two days back. No one was around.
I checked the stamp on the letter. It was from university addressed to the daughter of family. I opened it. It was call for admission. The last date for admissions ends tomorrow.
I knew she wanted to get that course. Her career was dependent on it. She was disheartened by rejections from other universities.
I’d no clue where they had left all of a sudden. All I was eager to find their whereabouts and convey the message.
Note: Day 5, Writing 101: Be Brief by the Daily Post