DP Daily Prompt: Four Stars
Write a review of your life— or someone close to you—as if it were a movie or a book.
I was the seventh child of my parents and the second daughter. I was told I was born after my mom lost her ten month old son.
My sister informed me mom sat in a corner every day and cried for her son who passed away.
I had an unusual malady as an infant I fainted without any reason, once my aunt had me on her lap, I suddenly fainted, my aunt cried and said, “Apa(big sister) I did not do anything.”
Before my mom could reply,my sister blurted out, “You didn’t do anything she always faints without reason.”
When my sister narrated this I knew how much my sister loved me i.e. (hated me).
I loved poetry early on, I’d hang out with my older brothers and listened when they memorized poems esp. the funny ones. My memory was sharp, I recited the poem before my brothers could learn by rote.
I loved singing quietly when no one was watching, the songs the nuns taught were my favorite.
I spent my time reciting my favorite poems and singing. My siblings always found me in the corner of my room, squatting on the floor singing.
I loved to go to school, but when I was unable to complete my homework, I’d make an excuse and stayed home. This angered my sister so much she’d scream at the top of her lungs with the words, “Dad is spoiling her.”
Life according to me was playing with my siblings, having fun moving around the neighborhood exploring a brand new place every day. I never ever thought what I’d like to be when I grow up, these feelings never found its way in my mind.
When I was eleven my Dad planned a trip to Bangladesh, it was the first time I saw my aunts, uncles and cousins. Before I saw them in real life I wondered if I have these relatives that my friends boasted about. The mystery was solved I too have near and dear ones like them.
I barely turned twelve, it was a Wednesday morning, the sun was bright, we the younger siblings came out of the house to play as usual, a loud scream from my mother caught our attention, we raced inside, mom was in Dad’s room, we all went in, to my absolute horror I witnessed my dad taking his last breath.
Things were not the same after this incident,my mom announced we will go to Bangladesh for good.
Everyone in the family was heartbroken as we packed our belongings to leave the place we called home for so long!
Thank you for sharing with us this post. We always enjoy reading about your love for your father.
And you share here that you had an early love for poetry. That is a great thing, and you’re still manifesting that love in your translated sharings of Tagore.
All good wishes,
You are a great person, I love reading your comments,
thank you for reading my posts day after day. 🙂
That is quite a story Ranu. Really enjoyed reading this review, though I did feel sad.
Thank you Sonya, I appreciate your comment. 🙂