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Summary of Dusk
It was around 6-30 in the evening of the month of March. Norman Gortsby was enjoying the twilight of dusk sitting on a bench lined with the railing inside the Hyde Park in London. In between the railing and the bench there were some bushes near his back. The park was scantily occupied as people left before the sun set in still heavily cold weather. Pedestrian movements were less on foot paths and on narrow walking paths inside. The serene and hushed atmosphere made him thought about dusk, the time when people cared little on way to homes after killing eight pressurized hard hours in the hustle-bustle of professional set-ups. He recalled two beautiful lines that adored him long ago.
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Literature
Dusk Summary
Summary of Dusk
It was around 6-30 in the evening of the month of March. Norman Gortsby was enjoying the twilight of dusk sitting on a bench lined with the railing inside the Hyde Park in London. In between the railing and the bench there were some bushes near his back. The park was scantily occupied as people left before the sun set in still heavily cold weather. Pedestrian movements were less on foot paths and on narrow walking paths inside. The serene and hushed atmosphere made him thought about dusk, the time when people cared little on way to homes after killing eight pressurized hard hours in the hustle-bustle of professional set-ups. He recalled two beautiful lines that adored him long ago.
"A king that is conquered must see strange looks, so bitter a thing is the heart of man." Streaks of dazzling car lights with low roaring sound were endless. Gortsby, while looking at those, churned his past of failures in money matters, which he saw pronouncedly in many wanderers under the street lights. The bench was also occupied by an old person in tattered clothes, dim looking, can be compared with destitute, dead anger covering his face, as if a lifeless stone lying there. Gortsby felt no presence of company, rather drowned in his observation of dusk. Before long the old man got up to leave with his head bowed down towards the earth, and started moving quietly leaving Gortsby imagine his reaching a shelter unnoticeably to avoid any confrontation. Slowly his hunching figure zoomed out of sight mixing with the casting dimness of dusk. The empty space was taken over immediately by a young man happily dressed with cheering smile unlike the gone old man He started grudging about everything with invective words with a justifiable expression. Understanding that the youth is trying to attract his attention, Gortsby said, "You seem to be in an annoying mood". "Yes, I'm. You too were to be in the same mood, had you got into the situation I am in today. I have made the most stupid mistake today", the young man said. Gortsby reacted by saying 'yes, of course'. With little encouragement, the youth started narrating the days' story.
"After arrival in the city, I took a taxi to reach Patagonian hotel at Berkshire Square, but got disappointed to see the hotel was closed, and in its place a theatre was running there. On recommendation of the taxi driver I reached another hotel a little far from that place. Checked in, and immediately sent a letter to my people mentioning the address of the new hotel. Then I went out to buy some soap since I dislike hotel soaps. I was enjoying walk while window shopping and didn't keep any account of how far I had gone from the hotel. I also entered a pub to have a drink, and of course, bought the soap for which I went out. When I intended to go back to the hotel, I realized that I neither remember nor have the name and address of the hotel. So, the fate forced me to pass time wandering with just two pence in my pocket. The only possibility of knowing the detail of the hotel is to write my own people, but that will not reach them before tomorrow.As Gortsby too faced a similar fate along with a friend in a foreign capital, he did not discard the young man's story, but he somehow felt with his conviction that the story is an intentional creation, not actually happened. Yet, to support his thought convincingly, he asked the youth, "Where is the soap you bought?" Baffled by this question, the youth searched anxiously his overcoat pockets, and said nervously, "it must have fallen somewhere." Satisfied with vindication, Gortsby said sarcastically, "Do these two mistakes not prove your intentional carelessness?" Obvious humiliation prompted the young man leave the place immediately even before Gortsby completed the question. Gortsby thought how foolish and silly a man can be, that too when he is acting as a fraud! The city of London, as it is like other days, sank into the amazing night life leaving the dusk behind to meet tomorrow again. Gortsby stood up to leave the place. Barely he moved few steps, he noticed that small packet that the young man could not show, neatly wrapped lying beside the bench. He picked it up in his hand and felt overwhelmingly guilty for not believing the young man. He frantically searched for some time to locate the young man, but in vain. The lost hope of finding him engulfed Gortsby with depression. While thinking the next step to be taken, he suddenly saw the man standing at the end of the carriage drive. When the young man saw him, his defensive stature made him uneasy, but he apologized to him for his earlier remark, and handed him over the required help, and the soap of which he thought is a good friend of the youth. The youth left Gortsby after conveying thanks to him. Gortsby too started moving towards his destination. While passing the bench he was sitting on, he saw an old man was searching for something under the bench. He asked, "Have you lost anything, sir? The reply came. "Yes, a cake of soap, sir."
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