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Directions (Q. Nos. 71 to 95) : Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow. I don’t just read letters between others, I exchange them too, mine written out in longhand through many years of practice. I wrote my first letters to my parents, first to my father who lived far away as I grew up, and then to my mom when I left home. Our correspondence continued until they each died. Today, the W of my signature is very much like my mother’s and I think of her each time I sign something by hand. I always look forward to renewing my stash of stamps, too. I maintain long-distance friendships through letters, each peppered with illustrations for the reader; I’ve participated in prison pen-pal programs, writing to a mother of three serving life for minor charges. I’ve even fallen in love through letters. After each of my parents died, I travelled to their cities to handle arrangements and found saved letters in their belongings, some from me, some about me, some simply telling each other about their lives over time. I even found letters other people had written to them. Through it all, I learned more about myself, about them, and about the world around them at the time. There’s mention of the founding of Greenpeace, where my mom volunteered, located just around the corner from me on Banbury Road in Oxford; there are neighbourly chats between my father, who was in the air force and John Booth, a teacher, who lived down the street; and there’s documentation of my father’s pilot training in the early 40s. I still have it all. The letters of his parents _____ their lives to each other.