DP Daily Prompt: I’d Like To Thank My Cats Post by Ranu

meeow

meeow (Photo credit: kaiser_t)

meeow

meeow (Photo credit: alexis mire)

As far as I’m concerned,awards are non-existent in my life. If by any chance it happens in an auspicious day,I’d have to thank my three cats,they meant a world to me.

At first I was not in favor of having any animals in the house,certainly not cats.Things changed when they arrived. I voluntarily took the responsibility of feeding them,cleaning the litter and taking them to the vet. I noticed I fell in love with them,they’d come to me quietly and remind me to give them food. They disliked the vet,they’d hide when they saw the cage.

My friends remarked on several occasions,they wished they were cats,they get so much attention. painters,carpenters,etc. said the same thing. My husband declared one day,” You’ll go to heaven, you take such good care of them.” This declaration topped everything else I heard.

I wondered what would be the opinion of the cats,will they vote for me for an award? Meeow is what they’d say. I’d consider it as ‘Yes’, she should.

All my cats passed away one at a time.  The opportunity to get votes from them no longer exists. If they were alive I am sure they’d keep meeowing until I got an award.So friends no award for me!

DP Daily Prompt: Standout Post by Ranu

I went to a workshop in Elmhurst,it is a place near Chicago. There were three hundred of us at that workshop. There were teachers from all over the United States. I was the only one from,Newfoundland,Canada. I wore a sari. This caught the attention of all those who attended the workshop.

We were asked to introduce ourselves When I stood up and said I was from Newfoundland,Canada,all eyes were focused on me.The workshop was run by a husband and wife team, the Hallorans. They were glad to have me in their midst. I was given all kinds of opportunity to speak. I loved the attention.

The workshop lasted for five days. In the end they had a guest speaker,he was  an author of several books for children. At the end of his speech,he was provided an easel with large papers where he started sketching amazing pictures. Our names were placed in a large box, he picked the names,as he completed his artwork. I knew the Hallorans wanted me to have one. I think there were thirty or thirty five pictures. The names were picked one at a time,I could see disappointment on the face of Mr. Halloran,my name wasn’t picked and there were only two left,suddenly my name was called.Mr Halloran was so happy he came up to me and said,’I am so glad you got one’!

DP daily Prompt: Fill in the blank post by Ranu

Cropped screenshot of John Wayne and Angie Dic...

Cropped screenshot of John Wayne and Angie Dickinson from the trailer for the film Rio Bravo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Three people walk into a bar,it immediately catches the attention of the waiter serving drinks. The rest of the people inside are scared stiff.They are stuck,there is pin drop silence. One bystander took a note of the three strangers,one was very tall wearing spiked boots,the second one was a fellow with bushy beard,looking like a thug. The third one,him I can’t figure out.What must he be doing with these two scary strangers? It becomes apparent soon enough. He is there to collect the loot and make a quick get a way.

The tall one stamps his foot and orders drinks for his buddies. The drinks are served. They look around to see the establishment to guess how they can achieve success. While they sip their drink,the other people in the bar are shivering with fear. How this intrusion will end no one knows. Suddenly there is a loud noise, they all look around. A stout tall man resembling John Wayne walks in. He quickly glances around, realizes what’s happening. He fires a bullet on the ceiling,the three strangers can tell this is no ordinary man,he is John Wayne himself,no one can fire as quick as He can. They decide to change their tactics,started smiling and singing,knowing any crooked move from them will land them in a pool of blood. They paid the bill and slowly left.

John Wayne however had a good laugh,’ this is how you disperse crooks’ he said and left!

So ended the story,it had a happy ending,there was no loss of lives no monetary loss. It was an unbelievable day for the owner!

The Poet’s Age by Tagore translated by Ranu

Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore (Photo credit: Cea.)

The Poet’s age by Tagore

Evening is almost here ,oh my dear poet,

I can see white streaks in your  hair___

you are sitting and looking up in the sky

makes me wonder, are you hearing the call from the next world?

I know it’s evening, said the poet,

my exhausted body still desires to know

if perchance from the other village

someone needs my help.

If there under the fragrant trees

some young man and young woman fall in love

they might need some help

perhaps would like some enchanting music_

who is going to read their mind,

and play the music in his flute,

if I sit on this earth ,

and count my days left to go to the other world.

The evening star rose and set,

the funeral pyre is about to extinguish along the river,

the yellow moon from lord Krishna

is  showing itself from one side of the forest,

the foxes are making loud noise

from the courtyard of the burnt house__

at this time if some homeless man

comes here to spend the night,

with folded hands he looks up

and sees a saint,

slowly his heart will ache

who will awaken his mind with the secret words of the universe

if I free myself and make plans,

In a corner of my house?

Yes I have streaks of white hair,

why does it matter?

Know  that I am as old as the men and boys of the neighbourhood.

Some have innocent smiling faces, others look crooked,

tears come down from some of their eyes

others have  tears  dried in their mind

some spend  time in the corner of the house

others are showing off in fancy chariots

some die alone while grieving

others lose their way in a crowd__

I am getting a call from everyone,

I don’t have time to hear the call from the next world.

I am just as old as the others

even if my hair is turning white.