My grandmother essay

My grandmother is seventy years old. Her name is Laxmi. Though she is so old, she is healthy, and active. She has silvery hair. She does not wear glasses. She has good eyesight and she can hear clearly. Her teeth are still sound. She walks erect. Her wrinkled face speaks of her long experience, wide knowledge and deep wisdom.

She is the first to get up in the morning. After taking a bath she goes to a nearby temple. She is a devotee of God Shiva. She observes fast on Monday and on certain other days. She helps my mother with her work. She treats my mother as her own daughter. It is a wonderful relationship!
My grandmother looks after everyone and everything at home. She keeps some medicines in her pouch and gives them to those who need them. She is always there to help neighbors. Many of them come to her for every kind of advice. Everyone loves and respects her.

She tells us bedtime stories from the Ramayana, the fairy tales and many more. She is very good at story-telling. We look upon her as the backbone of our family. I love and respect her.

My first speech at school essay

Every year on 1st August our school observes Lokmanya Tilak death anniversary. Last year my class-teacher asked me to take part in the function and speak on Lokmanya Tilak. I had never made a public speech till then. So I hesitated at first. But my teacher persuaded me and so I decided to speak.

I read some books on Lokmanya Tilak. I got some points from my class-teacher. He also told me how I should begin and develop my speech. I worked hard for four days. In the night I would go to a quiet place and practice speaking loudly.

1st of August came. The function began at 9 o’clock in the morning. All the students and teachers assembled in the hall. A large photograph of Lokmanya Tilak stood on the dais. Our headmaster was in the chair. My parents were present among the invited guests.

The headmaster called my name. I got up and went on to the stage. I saw before me a large audience. It was a strange experience. I felt nervous and I trembled. But I looked at the imposing photograph of Tilak. I looked at my class-teacher. They gave me courage.

I began my speech in a firm voice and soon conquered the stage fright. I went on speaking confidently. The Audience clapped when I concluded my speech with the words: “We are indebted to Lokmanya Tilak for his inspiring message ‘Swaraj is my birth-right.’ ”

I knew that my success was mainly due to my class-teacher’s guidance. So I went to him and thanked him for all his help.