365 Writing Prompts: It builds Character

Tell us about a favorite character from film,theater or literature, with whom you’d like to have a heart-to -heart.What would you talk about?

My favorite author is Rabindranath Tagore from Bengal. He has written a lot of poems, song lyrics and stories. I read a lot of his writings, one of the poems I liked most was his portrayal of a servant named Keshto.

This poem is full of humor and is sad as well. I read this poem when I was a very young child. We had moved from Rawalpindi  to Comilla Bangladesh after my father passed away.

Tagore is with whom I’d love to have a heart to heart. I’d discuss his poem: “puraton Bhrittho”( old servant) it is one of my favorite poems. I’ll discuss about the poem.

Ranu: Thank you Mr. Tagore for agreeing to see me.

Tagore: It is my pleasure to meet my fans, I do it whenever I have time .

Ranu: I want to discuss your poem, ‘old servant with you.’

Tagore: This is my favorite poem too, what do you want to know?

Ranu: Is it real or imaginary?

Tagore:Why do you ask?

Ranu: The way you have described him sounds like you really had a servant named Keshto.

Tagore: No it’s not real, I did not have a servant named Keshto, but there are Keshto’s in real life who work for people in our homes. They are paid very little, yet they are expected to do a lot more. Whenever anything is missing in the house the servant is the one everyone in the family blames.

Ranu: Why do you think they are always blamed?

Tagore: The answer is simple, they are poor and they cannot say anything, also they are afraid to lose their job.

Ranu: Do you think no one treats them well?

Tagore: There may be some who are kinder than others but in general it is the case.

Ranu: In the last verse of the poem you mentioned Keshto was ill and died soon after. The poem was sad in the end,

Tagore: In the verse before I mentioned he took care of his master, who had a contagious disease, Keshto was loyal he was not afraid to catch the disease, he spent day and night looking after his master.

Ranu: Do you think the servants are expected to look after their masters if they’re suffering from a contagious disease?

Tagore: Yes they are, because no one cares, when they get sick they are not given proper care, and they die, they are replaced at once and the poor souls are never mentioned.

Ranu: Thank you Mr. Tagore for taking your valuable time talking to me.

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DP Daily Prompt: An Ounce of Home

You’re embarking on a round-the-world-adventure, and can take only one small object with you to remind you of home.What do you bring along for the trip?

If I’m only allowed one small object on my year long round-the world-adventure. If I’m away from home for 365 days, it is impossible to take one small object with me, let me think some more about this.

I will have to take my family photograph. I have a lot of memories of the day this picture was taken. The photographer gave us our appointment for 11:30 am. Neither my husband nor I thought anything about the time we were given the kids were very young, the youngest one was less than two.

By the time the photographer got the place ready it was past lunch time, the youngest one came to me without saying anything she opened my bag and started looking, this was one of those days when mom didn’t have a candy in her bag. The poor child was so hungry she started crying, my husband blamed me for not carrying some food in my bag. The damage was done no matter how much I was blamed the little one’s hunger would not go away.

The clueless photographer as they all do thought she did not like her picture taken, the crying was getting louder and we were embarrassed, I told my husband to tell the photographer the reason she was crying, little thing like that made my husband stick to his pride, he was not going to say his child is hungry. I thought it was time for me to speak, I said,”She is hungry.”

The photographer apologized and found a lolly pop, gave it to the hungry child and calmness returned. this I think will be excellent, because I’d think of the day the young one cried.

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DP Daily Prompt: Pants on Fire Post by Ranu

It happened a while ago. My husband told me to call his brother’s office. He wanted to know when he was coming back to Chicago. I called his office to find out. The man at the other end said,’I don’t know,his mother died or something’. My husband was preparing meat to marinate for next day’s supper. When I hung up, he asked, ‘Did you find out’? I didn’t know how I was going to give him this news,I told him the man in the office did not know.

I called our friend in Montreal for advice,he told me to wait for his brother to get back. His brother came back,I noticed he wasn’t saying anything. I asked him when was he going to tell his brother.He was playing the waiting game.I was disgusted with him,he acted as if everything was fine.

I could not believe how calm my brother-in-law was , they went to the park which was an hour’s drive.I felt so guilty I could not go with them.Our neighbour knew about this. She felt something had to be done. She came one morning and said,’Ali I have something to tell you’,my husband was surprised,he asked what it was.Without wasting any time , she replied: ‘Your mother passed away few days ago’,this was something he did not think he would hear. Immediately my husband blamed me for not telling him.  My brother-in-law was relieved he didn’t have to give the news. It seemed I was the culprit!