Tortured by doubt and remorse, the postmaster sits in the glow of a charcoal sigri that night, waiting for news of his daughter. As he sits, he writes his diary.

As the postmaster, write a diary entry in about 150 words outlining your feelings about the day's events.

It has been 3 months since Ali passed away and I can't help but think about the plight of that poor lad. I wish I had been kinder to him and more sensitive to his condition. The prolonged separation from his daughter had caused severe depression and loneliness in that man's life. He died waiting for the news of his daughter and I could not even understand the pain in his heart. Now I feel a lot of regrets and am repenting my earlier actions. May God bless his soul so that he may rest in peace. Now, I understand the pain of loneliness and separation because his face was torn stained. My insensitivity has brought on this guilt in my heart and now I too must suffer the anxiety that Ali went through. I only wish that the news of my daughter arrives soon.