Tagore: pauran shokha bondhu hey amar, post and translation by ranu

Your journey of love at this stormy night

My lover

The sky is crying in alarm,

I cannot sleep–

I open the door my dear,

I look out again and again.

I cannot see anything,

I wonder where you are.

on a  a distant side of an unkown  river

In some dense forest

Where in this dark night

Are you crossing your path.

 

365 Writing Prompts: Smell you later

Humans have very strong scent memory. Tell us about a smell that transports you.

My mother was a very good cook, she was able to turn an ordinary vegetable   into a very tasty dish. When I came home on holidays from the university my mother would cook all my favorite foods, the smell before I went into the house made me hungry.

Whenever I go to a dinner invitation by a family from Bangladesh  I think of my mother, what a marvelous cook she was and she hardly cooked anything that was not yummy. Unconsciously I compare the hosts cooking with my mom’s, my mom’s cooking is better than theirs.

Each one of her dishes had an aroma which  drew families to our house, they appreciated it, and always wanted to know her method of cooking.

One of her famous food was pound cake, she did such a good job with it, no one not even the pastry shops were comparable.I guess I’m a bit partial.

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DP Daily Prompts: Not Lemonade

When life gives you lemons— make something else. Tell us about a time you used an object or resolved a tricky situation in an unorthodox way.

I think it’s a good idea, if life gives you lemons do something else. At one time in my life all I used to get was lemons, no matter how hard I tried, I was never appreciated. The only recourse left for me was to erase the word nice from my vocabulary.

At first I wasn’t comfortable changing my personality.

My eldest brother’s wife always complained to my brother about me, my brother of course took her side and never wanted to hear my side of the story. This happened too frequently for my liking, I decided never to visit him, to relieve me from the stress.

One evening he came for a visit and invited me to go to his house, he said his wife had cooked large prawns he’d like me to go for dinner, I refused and told him, he should  eat his prawns himself I wasn’t interested. Normally I would never say that, but I thought I was doing the right thing because he stopped being nice to me.

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