DP Daily Prompt: Roy G. Biv

Write about anything you’d like , but make sure that all colors of the rainbow– red,orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo,violet– make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.

The clear sky tempted Pamela to go for a walk, it has been a long time since she got out of the house. The sun was shining brightly, the grass looked its original color and children skipping with amusement reminded her of her childhood.

Walking along a deserted path she met Sangita, her friend from school, they were delighted to see each other. All at once Sangita asked Pam if she’d be interested to come to their ‘Holi Party.’ Pam wasn’t sure it was such a great idea, she was wearing her attractive indigo dress, she did not want it to be smothered by multi- colors. Pam tried to excuse herself but Sangita refused to take ‘No’ for an answer. Reluctantly she agreed hoping her dress wouldn’t be ruined.

While walking along Pam tripped up fell down and scraped her knee, it was bleeding, she panicked and excused herself and ran home.

Mom was waiting for her with a bunch of Marigolds given by their neighbor, Pam got some band-aid to put on her knee and sat down with her mother. They chatted for a while mom went to check her roast, Pam took a magazine to read, it was all about Kate, Prince William’s wife. Pam loved Kate’s  dress it was a beautiful violet, she  looked extremely pretty in it.

Pam made up her mind to get an orange dress for herself to celebrate Spring!

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Writing 101 Day Eleven: Size Matters (in sentences)

Today’s Prompt: Where did you live when you were twelve years old? which town, city and country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or a foster home ” An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?

Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences, as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve years old.

Situated in Punjab, Pakistan is the city of Rawalpindi.It was restored by Jhanda Khan after the devastation by the white Hun. This was the  place where I lived when I was twelve years old.

Our house was located  on Peshawar Road. At the front, close to the main road were three majestic Eucalyptus trees, the scent of their leaves awakened the passers by who looked curiously at them.Behind the trees was a  fence  built with bricks, it was a tottering one , ready to collapse any moment. The herd of buffaloes obliged us by leaning on it. The fence came crashing down which made extra work for the gardener and the servant.

The house was a large one, it had to be, to accommodate fourteen living souls, Mom, Dad, and the kids.

In all there were twelve rooms, four larger, eight smaller with attached bathrooms.

Mom and Dad occupied one  large room. The bossy older sister wanted one large enough to entertain her friends,one was designated for our parents’s  friends, and the left-over for us unimportant kids.

Kitchen was a separate building where my mom cooked and the two servants, prepared the vegetables and washed the dishes.

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