Tagore song posted and translated by ranu

No, no, it’s  not just a sweet game.

Yours and my life from dawn to dusk.

No,no it’s not just  a sweet game.

Yours and my life from dawn to dusk.

How many times the lights went off,

when the storm roared at night.

If we think of worldly concerns,

we face uncertainty and doubt.

No,no, it’s not just a sweet game.

Time and time again the enclosure

Breaks and the flood waters

Rush rapidly,

On this awful day

Screaming is heard from everywhere.

Oh God  in sorrow and happiness ,

These  words enter our mind

Your love is injurious,

But  it is never neglectful.

No,no, it’s not just a sweet game!

k: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/02/04/tagore-song






DP Daily Prompt: Race the Clock

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Here’s the title of your post: “An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse.”

Set a timer for ten minutes ,and write it. Go!

My friend said one day,” if on Wednesday by 10 am , you  make your  popular dish  biriyani and bring  it  to my house, I’ll give you  a gift that you’d  thank me for life.”

I was tempted, I woke up early morning completed my prayer and started getting the ingredients ready for the popular dish.

I sliced five onions chopped them and placed them in the pot,while the onions were getting caramelized, I got the potatoes peeled and , halved them and washed them. it was 8 am , I’ll be able to get it done on time I thought.

I gathered the spices, garam masala,cumin ,coriander,cayenne pepper, salt, ginger,garlic, in a bowl, I breathed a sigh of relief I’ll make it.

I realized I forgot to get the rice ready, I told myself to hurry, I  got the rice washed and drained the water.

What about the meat, tomatoes,yogurt I still did not take them out, O my God, the clock ran out, while everything was left as is, I was not able to put the biriyani in the oven, oh poor me, I wonder now what was the surprise?

My brain told me “you slow poke you do not deserve it.”