When Hari Singh stood alone on the deserted platform he started to think about Anil. He thought about himself and the life he has been living. The money he had stolen from Anil was the largest amount of money he had stolen ever. With that money, he could have enjoyed a life of Arab but he chooses to move back to Anil. Hari Singh realized that what education would give to him can never be bought by the amount of money. He remembered that Anil was the person who had trusted him, sheltered him, and had promised to teach him. In return, he had robbed him and ran away. Hari Singh didn't go inside the train and planned to move back to Anil.

Anil got from the book sold by him to the publisher.

That night it was raining..and anil came and kept his money under his pillow has was sleeping so deeply . Hari saw this and went to anil room without making noise and slowly picked the pillow and taken the bundles of money..and started to escape from there

Anil was a writer who wrote for the magazines, he had got those money from one of his stories which he had written to the magazine. Hari singh was tempted to steal money because Anil never gave him salary and hari had to keep a touch in his job of theft.

Anil was a very kind and helpful person. It was difficult to rob him because of the trust that he imparted in others. He was a careless and honest person. According to Hari Singh, it was easy to rob a greedy man because he could afford to be robbed but it was difficult to rob a unsuspecting man like Anil because he didn’t even notice that he’s been robbed and this made a person feel guilty of having broken Anil’s trust.

Hari Singh offered himself to word for earli anil did not have a regular income and could not afford to pay him regularly Hari Singh wanted to export such a kind hearted and simple man like anil he lied that he knew how to cook anil was forced to allow her to stay with him in his house.

Hari Singh first met Anil,when he was watching a wrestling match. Hari also commented that Anil looked rather like some "wrestler" himself,and that was the initial start of their conversation. As the conversation ended, Anil started to leave, but suddenly saw Hari following him. Surprised,he asked what his intention was. Hari Singh replied that he wanted food to eat. After a few words that were exchanged; Anil finally let Hari stay at his house. That's how their first meeting took place.

A Hari Singh is the narrator of this story. He is an artful thief. One day, he met a young man of twenty- five named Anil at a wrestling match. He gave him an artificial smile.

In the story, a triumph of surgery, when Mrs. Pumphrey realized that her beloved dog, Tricki was starting to become inactive, she started a new and special diet that included more nutrients in the food to make him energetic and active. She gave him cod-liver oil, malt and an extra diet of chocolates and cream cakes. She also applied an odd combination of giving him food at irregular hours.

The narrator was worried about Tricki because he had become tremendously fat. He looked like a bloated sausage with a leg at each corner. His eyes were blood red. His eyes and nose had a watery discharge. He stared straight ahead and his tongue lolled from his jaws.

MR Herriot was worried about Tricking because Tricking was becoming fattier and fattier day by day and his tounge liked out his legs were like sausage and he had bouts of vomiting .He always lie in the rug and panting.

The poet John Berryman through his poem, ‘The ball poem’ has described the reality of life which everyone has to face one day. He has touched the topic of how to stand up against the miseries and sorrows of life.

Yes, the pilot lost in the storm clouds arrives the land safely, His own capability as a pilot only helps him to arrive safely.

Explanation:  

The pilot in the storm cloud he lost his control of the plane. The compass and the radar also stopped working. He was helpless and the fuel capacity is also low. At the time he saw the mysterious plane and the pilot eager to help him. He was panic about the fuel loss but however he managed the storm and escape with the help of strange pilot.

After landing, he realize that there was no plane and pilot helped him, it was his own conscience as a pilot which helped him out of the storm.

Answer:
The poet calls the world ‘A world of possessions’ because man values and is valued on the basis of his worldly possessions. All his feelings and his whole life are dominated by his possessions.

The poet says that the boy has to learn that in this materialistic world, many of his belongings will be lost. He personifies the ball as his belongings, be it the worldly things or the relationships he is in possession of. So, he says that he has to learn to live without them no matter what. He says no one can buy back such things for him. The poet said so because according to him money can’t buy you everything. If it does buy you some materialistic thing, still, it will not be able to buy the sense of belongingness. He says that the boy is learning how to stand up against the sense of lost things. This means that the boy is trying to learn the real truth of life which states that you have to accept the miseries of life and stand up again. This is the truth which everyone has to learn in his or her life. The harsh truth of standing up against the odd miseries of life that everyone has to bear.

The poet says "I will not intrude on him" because the boy, for the first time in his life, experiences the grief of losing a much loved possession-his ball. He does not want to disturb the boy as he wants him to feel what it is like to lose something. The poet wants him to be able to cope with his loss.

He does not offer him 'money' to buy another ball because he wants the boy to understand that money cannot buy everything. He wants him be responsible enough to let go off things and move on in life. Once something is lost, it may never be restored. This realisation will help him have a mature outlook towards life.

In ‘The Ball Poem’ John Berryman gives a very positive message. Gain and loss, getting and losing are the essentials in the cycle of life. One should learn epistemology or the knowledge and nature of the loss. Our childhood with all its attachments and sweet memories has gone forever never to come back again. We should not weep over the losses that we have suffered. Let us learn to live and moving ahead in life forgetting all inconsolable losses.

The poet saw the boy playing with his ball. While he was playing with it, the ball bounced down the street ‘merrily’. And then the most unexpected thing happened. Rolling down the street and after taking a few bounces, finally, the ball fell down in the water of the harbour below.

 Wanda sat in the seat next to the last seat of the last row in Room Thirteen. Her seat was in the corner of the room where the rough boys who did not get good marks sat. It was also the place where feets scuffled, roars of laughter could be heard, and where the floor was dirtiest in the classroom. 

Anne Frank the author of The diary of a young girl was born in Frankfurt Germany on 12 June 1929 she was an intelligent child she was very wise for her age was different from other children of her age she was only 13 good think clearly and deeply new the difference between friendship and true friendship she had many friend before going into hiding she had loving parents and good home she felt herself alone in the world was no one in home she could confide so she decided to keep diary as a friendshe gave it name of kitty the very first entry in her diary reveals many things about her she had a very sharp memory she could write about experiences in a clear and interesting manner she had a keen sense of humour she could invent amusing argument for any subject she was mature enough thought represented herself promising writer

With these words, Aparna Bidasaria conveys her response to the bargad or the banyan tree, the main theme of her acrylic on canvas works that were on display in the Capital recently. Cool, calm, relaxing — this is how it felt as one stepped into the Shridharani Art Gallery to see her show, titled Time and Being.

The Indore-based artist captures the beauty of the banyan tree using a fine blend of two styles of painting — pointillism and impressionism. She shows how breathtakingly beautiful and calming the banyan appears at different times of the day, if only we stop to see and learn.

The bargad also known as vata in Hindi and aal in Tamil is a unique tree, for it can grow up to 30 metres or more in height.

Owing to its aerial roots known as jatas, which grow on its branches and fall to the ground, giving it support and allowing it to grow more branches, the banyan can cover an area of around 10,000 metres, making a canopy of some 19,000 metres — this is the dimension of the world’s largest banyan tree in Anantapur district of Andhra Pradesh.

It was the British who gave this indigenous tree species its name ‘banyan’, for they would often see baniyas, traders, gather in its shade to conduct their business, write Nanditha Krishna and M Amrithalingam in Sacred Plants Of India.

Interestingly, the banyan was never high on the list of trees that horticulturists in the 1910s had made to line the avenues of the newly developed Lutyen’s Delhi. They thought it was ‘too overpowering’, ‘too big, too blocky’. The tree that is invoked by Hindus as the male consort of the peepul, seemed to them right only for large roundabouts, writes Pradip Kishen in Trees Of Delhi

But, it is because of these very reasons — its expanse and grand presence — that this evergreen, drought-resistant, long-lived tree, which is native to the Indian peninsula, has never gone out of public recall and can be spotted standing big and tall in parks or on roadsides, offering shade and succour to passersby.

“Trees give you life, a reason to be happy. The banyan just took root in me; it just grew on me. I find it very rejuvenating and so have been painting it for the last five years,” says Aparna. “There are many banyan trees in my city; there is a whole grove in the outskirts, in the Mhow Cantonment area, which is said to be more than 500 years old.”

The beauty of a tree is that you can look at the topmost part, its rustling leaves, and go down to the depths of its roots which have an infinite reach and see a being which nurtures, gives shelter and sustenance to so many forms of life around it. You are also looking at a tree that stands like a solitary sentinel, like all the greatest com-posers, philosophers, artists, and greatest individuals in the world, who have made solitary journeys.”

Did painting the banyan change Aparna’s perspective on trees? “Yes, now I observe them more keenly, how the light is falling on them, how more lyrical and beautiful they are becoming…,” says Aparna. She has begun to care for them.

I have now spotted a banyan right next to my office. Do I care what happens to it? I think I do. The tree, too, has begun to tell me how to just ‘be’. Standing amidst all the traffic and noise, it continues to look stately and calm, doing what comes to it naturally — give shade, oxygen, food and shelter to animals and birds around — a real mahayogi. The magic of the banyan is beginning to grow on me.