Muhammad Rafi song posted and translated by Ranu

This is a favorite song of mine sung by Bollywood playback singer Muhammad Rafi.

Whenever my heart is sad

who knows who is near me

When my lips silently speak

my breathing is swift

when my eyes feel the sounds

my sighs burn my breathing

I imagine pictures of you

passing me by

When I   look in the mirror

it seems to ask me an innocent question

I did not promise anything

but why do I look out for you

when I am at peace without any reason

Why is my heart restless?

 

 

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DP Daily Prompts: Imaginary Friend

Many of us had imaginary friends as children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its/ life be like today? ( didn’t have one ? Write about a non–imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)

I did not have an imaginary friend, I did have a real friend, her name is ‘Farida Jan’

She spoke Persian language at home, in school she spoke English. Ours was a school where the medium of instruction was English, we were not allowed to speak any other language in our classroom. We did speak Urdu which was the local language. I learned it as a child because we lived in cities where Urdu was spoken.

Farida my non–imaginary friend was very quiet like me, which is why we became friends. She had a fair complexion like the Iranians. She was the only child when I met her. I have no idea if she had any other siblings later.

We were separated when I was twelve, we left the city where we lived after my father passed away. I do not know if she continued her studies, perhaps she did , I know nothing  about her now!

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365 Writing Prompts: Sad but true

Tell us about the harshest ,most difficult to hear— but accurate criticism you’ve ever gotten. Does it still apply?

When I was fourteen my newly married eldest brother, told me I was never going to be anything,because I did not put in the time to study, he was going to marry me off to a farmer, according to him ,it was the best punishment for me.

His new wife complained I was watching too many movies and wasting my time, I had only watched one movie with my aunt who wanted company, and asked me if I’d go with her to watch a movie.

My sister-in- law was peeved because she was not invited, she complained I was not studying.

The criticism was not accurate, I wasn’t a poor student, he knew that, he had to please his wife.

It certainly didn’t apply then and not now either.

Since that time I have successfully completed all the courses of studies I registered for. In the ensuing years he never repeated those terrible words, I did not give him any reason to.

One thing I’m sure about is my father, if he was alive then and heard my brother say those words to me, he’d tell him to pack his bags and leave.

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