Literary Quest

.   1.      Invitation  for a job interview From: grandautomobiles@gmail.com To :amuthatech@gmail.com Subject: Invitation to Interview – Amutha R  ‍Dear Amutha R, We are pleased to invite you to an interview for the position of Sales Executive at Grand Automobiles, Chennai.  The interview will take place on 05.01.2024 at 10.00 a.m at Egmore branch. Please arrive 10 minutes before the scheduled time.  During the interview, we will discuss your qualifications, experience, and skills in detail. We will also answer any questions you may have about the position and our company.  Please provide a copy of your resume and other relevant documents for the interview. If you are unable to attend the interview, please let us know in advance. We look forward to meeting you to discuss this opportunity.  ‍Best regards, Manoharan MBA,  Chief Manager Grand Automobiles  Egmore, Chennai.   2. Invitation to attend a conference From : principalmov@gmail.com To : prabhakar

Introduction In "How I Taught My Grandmother to Read", Sudha Murthy recounts her experience of teaching her illiterate grandmother how to read. Sudha Murthy was a teacher in Computer Science. But she became teacher to her granddaughter at the age of twelve itself. Setting             Sudha Murthy’s grandparents lived in a village in North Karnataka. Due to the shortage of transport facility, newspaper, magazine and posts reach the people late. Triveni’s Kashi Yatre             Krishtakka is author’s grandmother. She is wise and dedicated in taking care of her family members.  She listened to the episodes of Triveni’s novel Kahi Yatre published as series in the weekly magazine ‘Karmaveera’ as her granddaughter read. It was the story of an old lady’s earnest desire to worship Lord Vishweshwara in Kashi. But finally, the old lady sacrificed all her savings for the marriage of a young, poor girl, who falls in love but there was no money for her wedding so she gave her a

I. Arethusa arose From her couch of snows In the Acroceraunian mountains,-- From cloud and from crag, With many a jag, Shepherding her bright fountains. She leapt down the rocks, With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams;-- Her steps paved with green The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams; And gliding and springing She went, ever singing, In murmurs as soft as sleep; The Earth seemed to love her, And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep. II. Then Alpheus bold, On his glacier cold, With his trident the mountains strook; And opened a chasm In the rocks—with the spasm All Erymanthus shook. And the black south wind It unsealed behind The urns of the silent snow, And earthquake and thunder Did rend in sunder The bars of the springs below. And the beard and the hair Of the River-god were Seen through the torrent’s sweep, As he followed the light Of the fleet nymph’s flight To the brink of the Dorian deep.