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Textual Writings
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Activity
8 (a)
A Moonlit Night In A Forest Guest
House
I spent a moonlit
night in a forest guest house in Sundarban last summer. The night was still and
the play of light and shadow made everything mysterious. I was enjoying the
beauty of nature. Suddenly I thought I heard some knocking on the door. I was/
became afraid of ghosts. May be it was a wild animal. But when I opened the
door, there was none on the verandah. I heard only the crickets whistling and
the screech of an owl. I closed the door but I still felt that there was
someone, watching me. Probably it was nothing bad my fear of those who do not
belong to our world.