365 Days: Pants on Fire

What was the last lie I told?

Why did I tell it?

It is difficult sometimes to answer questions our friends ask us. I was caught in this snare by one of my long time good friend.

I was asked if my daughter number two and number three call me, visit me or send Mother’s Day card. In my case these are very painful questions. I didn’t have the courage to tell the truth. I answered yes.

I questioned myself why did I do it? I was protecting myself, because my truth will for eons come to bite me. I thought these friends will think perhaps I’m a terrible mother. It hurt me immensely.

I was a full time teacher, yet I felt guilty leaving them with a baby sitter. I tried to give them as much time as I could. I’m unable to express what went wrong.

Then one day I told these same friends, no my two daughters do not call me or send me Mother’s day cards. I have learned to accept this fact.

These days I console myself by agreeing with Khalil Gibran where he says: your children do not belong to you, if they leave you let them, if they never come back, do not be sad, they were not yours to begin with.

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Origin story, August 2, 2020

Why did I start my blog?

I started blogging when I read a post by one of my online classmates. It was something new to me. I didn’t even know the meaning of the word. I asked our online instructor if I would be able to start my own blog. He thought it’s a good idea.

Next I had no idea what I could write about. This time another online classmate said, ‘You are a Bengali, you can start translating Tagore’s poems.’ I took out Tagore’s book, sonchaita( a collection of Tagore’s writings) and translated some of his poems.

While translating poems, the thought of translating Tagore’s songs made me think, perhaps it would certainly be of interest to some bloggers. And it did.

I then felt I should find out what else I could write about. I was thrilled to find out, I can write using WordPress daily prompts. This is where I did some courses. I enjoyed writing a variety of poems.

Right now I’m using 365 days prompts to write. I’m learning a lot and enjoying it.

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365 days, WordPress Prompt:

There’s no place like home: If I had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, travelling from place to place, would I do it?

I like travelling, I don’t have the kind of temperament one needs to live a nomadic life. I love my family too much. I need a home base. Any place is home to me if I have my family with me.

I had the experience of living in a hostel for continuing my education. I had a hard time dealing with it. I ended up visiting my local guardian every week. I was six hours away by train from my siblings. I felt my local guardian understood the fact I missed my mom and siblings, although he could not fill the gap in my heart, he was able to console me by talking about his friendship with my family, which helped me.

As a student I was ambitious, in my mind I was satisfied with whatever I achieved. I could not continue to live away from my loved ones. I think I’m incapable of living a nomadic life.

365 days, Prompt: State of Your Year

State of My year : The first four months of the new year was uneventful. First month I wasn’t well, it continued for sometime, then my back forced me to stay in bed.

Beginning of June I started reading, Roald Dahl’s, ‘Danny the champion of the world.’ I found the book interesting. I’m thinking of writing a review of the book.

Sometimes I use prompts to write.

I watch TV more than I want to. I’m concerned about COVID- 19. I cannot believe there are people who think it’s a hoax. Thousands of people old and young are dying, this is due to some very important people have put in the minds of regular people that it’s not dangerous, that they can continue to live normal lives. I think it’s an outrageous claim by them.

The state of my year is not looking good. It’s the seventh month, it’s a tragedy that more and more people are getting COVID-19.

365 days, July 6th : Tables turned

A story of opposites

It’s a story of two sisters who were described by their friends as, Positive and Negative.

Their mom and dad could not understand why they were so different. They were surprised and thought it better not to interfere.

Melissa and Vanessa were two sisters. The former was a half a dozen years older than the latter.

Melissa was studious, liked wearing clothes that enhanced her beauty, she was social, loved going out with her friends.

Vanessa did not spend as much time with her studies as her sister, she had no interest in dressing up and only had one friend.

With so much Contrast the outsiders were sure the older sister was better and smarter.

Vanessa loved watching her mother cook, she spent as much time possible to learn to cook by watching.

One day her mother asked, ‘Melissa I’m inviting some friends, can you make some rasgullas( cheese balls in syrup)?’

‘Allright,’she said.

Vanessa overheard the conversation she was unhappy. ‘Mom,’ she said, ‘Can I make rasgullas (cheese balls) too?’

Mom realized she was wrong asking only Melissa’s help. To normalize the situation, she said, ‘Sure you can make them too, then we’ll see who makes the best dessert.’

The competition began both tried to please mom, but mom felt, she didn’t do the right thing by playing one against the other.

The day of the competition arrived, the cheese balls were floating in the respective sauce pans. They were covered, after cooking for forty minutes, both sisters turned off the stove and placed their dessert on two separate wooden board.

The guests entered, after a few minutes the girls got a serving dish and approached where the dessert was cooling. Melissa confidently opened the cover and screamed, ‘mine are broken.’

It was Vanessa’s turn to remove the cover of her saucepan, she was nervous, with shaking hands she lifted the cover, ‘WOW!’ she exclaimed, ‘mine are perfect.’

The tables turned the guests were in awe, one of them, ‘whispered, how can it be possible!’

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365 days, July 5th : Mirror

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Mirror, mirror

When I look in the mirror, I think of my Dad, how he was troubled because my hair was never combed and I never applied cream on my face.

Dad at times complained and said to my Mom one day, ‘what’s wrong with our middle daughter, she doesn’t look after herself, she doesn’t comb her hair, she refuses to put cream on her face. She wasn’t raised in a village, even the village girls take care of themselves these days.’

When mom told me, I listened with one ear and released the words from the other. Just like the girl in the movie told her uncle, ‘This is why we have two ears one for listening and the other to get rid of words we don’t like.’

Now when I look in the mirror and see my hair combed, and my moist face. I think about my father, he’d probably say, ‘I’m proud of you Ma Ranu.’

It’s too bad I’m incapable of dragging back the years when my Dad was alive.

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365 days, June 27th: The Artist’s Eye

An Artist’s Eye

This is a painting of a Japanese artist. We bought it several years ago, from Franklin mint.

It seems the peacock is telling me, ‘see my long wide tail? Look at the colour combination, how pretty it is. I’ve found a perfect place to perch, the flowers around me heightens my beauty.

A painting does speak to me when I look at it with my imagination. What is it thinking when it spreads its tail in full view. It’s trying to attract the peahen, it’s been roaming around the garden, it feels the only way to attract anyone’s attention especially the peahen is to perch in a way that get its compliment.

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365 days, planes, trains and automobiles

Our journey by car

It was a cold November day, we sold our house, stayed overnight in our house. Early in the morning we locked the doors, gave the keys to the lawyer and were on our way to a new city.

We sadly bid goodbye to a little town that welcomed us with open arms. Life is cruel, when the call comes to move, man has no choice but to leave for the unknown which presumably for us had more opportunities health-wise.

It was a three and a half hours drive, we decided to keep going until we reached our destination.

The bright lights of the gas station alerted us we were entering the city which will be our home for how long who knows.

Within an hour we turned on the driveway of our house. Finally we were able to stretch our arms and legs in our kitchen. We had a late breakfast.

It was time to rest after a long journey, we decided our body needed rest, therefore the bed would be the ideal place to have a short nap.

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365 days, June 25th: 21st century citizens

Do I belong in this day and age?

I was born in the twentieth century, therefore I have more love for it than the current century.

The twentieth century helped me grow up get educated and the privilege of meeting some great personalities who taught me, how to be successful one must think of reaching the sky.

There are pros and cons I and my parents went through an age when we became slaves of our own country. But with time our leaders worked hard to be an independent country.

To all those who gave their lives to make India independent deserves my unconditional love and praise.

The present century has its own flaws, which is less favourable for those who are not white. It makes me wonder, why man has not yet learned that, each and every human who walks on this planet in this age should have the same rights and privileges. That anything less is returning to the dark ages.

How do I feel about the present century, not great at all. I wonder if I belong in an age where man is destroying man.

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365 days, June 22nd: No thank you

No, thank you.

If I could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?

I’ve read this prompt more than once, the only word that comes to mind is the four letter word, which is the “F” word.

I feel it belittles a person who utters it, and degrades a person who receives it.

Surely the English language has a very rich vocabulary, why should anyone destroy its beauty by demeaning it.

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