Writing 101, Day Three: One Word Inspiration
Select one word in this list that speaks to you in some way. Have you always wanted to write about that one decision that changed your life? Are you a long term traveler looking for the right city to settle?
While tidying up my drawers, I was thinking about the Six prompts given to us today. We are supposed to choose one out of these six prompts.
Before going to bed last night,none of them were speaking to me. I was a bit disappointed thinking I may not be able to do this assignment.
When I finally went to bed, I made sure; I will not think of them; I knew if I did I’ll be up all night.
This morning after breakfast, I felt like fixing the clothes in my drawers; believe it or not the word ‘Abundance’ spoke to me, “Why don’t you write about me?”
“You”? I replied,”What can I write about you?”
Immediately, I went back to my childhood; One day I was washing my dress; I felt very sad thinking,”why do I have to wash this dress after school daily; so I can wear it next day.”
The thought made me cry, my Dad always paid attention about me; what was I doing;why was I crying?He said out loud, “why is Ranu crying ,what’s wrong?”
My big sister yelled out, “nothing’s wrong Dad, she always cries without any reason!”
Dad said, “I don’t believe it, there must be something.”
He called me and asked, “Ma Ranu why are you crying?”
I said, “Dad, I only have one dress for school, I have to wash it everyday!”
My Dad was shocked,he called my mother,he asked, “Did you know Ranu has only one dress for school?”
Before my mom could reply, he said, “I want you to buy some material for her, give it to the tailor to get a dress stitched for her immediately!”
My mom bought the fabric to get a dress made for me.
The memory of that dress and my unhappiness came flooding in my mind. That day I never knew what is ,”Abundance,” perhaps my mind told me, ‘you should be happy with less.’
Today I look around in my room and tell myself, “this is Abundance.” I see clothes everywhere, I have a hard time finding space to put them away.
The fact that I cried for lack of clothes, must have reached heaven; God must have written in His favorite book; “I will never let her cry for lack of clothes,I will give her more than enough.”
I remember one of our dearest friend commented once, “Chaman you have so many saris; you will have to live a hundred years to wear them all!”