DP Daily Prompts: Cause, Meet Effect

You can singlehandedly create a causal relation between two things that are currently unconnected–a word and an emotion, a song and an extreme weather event, wearing a certain color and winning the lottery.what cause would you link to that effect, and why?

I hope my favorite song makes sense.

This is a song I like, the lyrics is by Kazi Nazrul Islam.

The translation of this song is by me, Ranu

If on a rainy night you remember me,

there is a storm outside ,

and tears in your eyes,

erase my name from your memory,

just like a dream of one night.

The garland you strung together,

throw it on the street.

The eastern wind will blow,

in the remote deep forest.

You will be alone,

looking outside from the window.

The lonely cuckoo will sing ,

on the branch of the tree.

You would hear someone

calling from the

banks of the Jumna river.

It would seem the flash

of lightning is looking for you,

cover your eyes with your hands,

if it is filled with tears!

Singer: Manna Dey

Lyrics: Kazi Nazrul Islam(Bengali Poet)

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365 Writing Prompts: My number one

Who is the most important person in your life? Describe this person in as great a detail as you can muster and most importantly, tell us why you cherish this person.

The most important  person in my life was my Dad, he was tall and thin and handsome , he wore a three piece suit to go to the office, his office was far away from my house so he went in a tanga ,it was a horse drawn carriage.

Every morning before 8 am the driver of the tanga came to take my Dad to work. Our dog, Tiger did not like my father to go in that kind of transportation he went in front of the horse and barked and barked but the driver ignored it and went onward.

One morning a gentleman who worked in my fathers office offered to give him a  ride in his car, because he said, “I pass the front of your street daily, it’s no trouble for me,” my Dad must have agreed because he did not use the tanga any more.

My Dad   came from a little village in Bangladesh,  he learned English, Urdu,  and Arabic.

When my teacher refused to let me go ahead in Urdu, because she said everyone should be on the same page, I got help from my Dad and finished the whole book. My Dad wasn’t aware I was not supposed to finish reading the book.

My Dad loved all of us , he wanted us to get the best education possible. He never let us eat any kind of food sold by vendors, he didn’t think it was good for us.

He passed away when most of us were very young, I remember everything he told us. I cherish him because he provided for us, he registered us in the best schools and always made sure we were healthy and happy.

Image from wikipedia, the picture below is the tanga,my father went to work in one just like this one.