daily Prompt: BREATH

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Today’s Prompt: Breath

It’s quite cold today, so much so I can see my breath. I would have liked it better if I didn’t experience this seeing my breath. But nature has its own reason, why it doesn’t want us to feel too warm in April.

We speak of the weather too much, I’d leave the weather alone and write about a more interesting subject.

It’s better to weave a different story using the prompt in a more positive way.

I’m writing about a  pretty girl , whom I taught in school. Her presence in my class  seemed like a  breath of fresh air.

This story begins with Heather. She was one of the kids I taught. She had the most pleasant disposition compared with others  I came into contact with. At only nine years of age she had the God given gift of making everyone around her happy. She possessed all the qualities of a trained young lady, she was witty, intelligent,mannerly and a very eager and a good student. I always wondered what she’d be like when she was older.

She did not disappoint me, she visited me  one snowy morning to offer help to clear my driveway. At first I didn’t recognize her, she reminded me, she was in my class in grade four. I was delighted, she lived across the street from us. I was told she’d finished her degree in Music, and was interested to register in the faculty of medicine.

I lost touch with her and sometimes wonder if she was selected to study medicine. May be someday out of nowhere she’d arrive at my doorstep with her stethoscope around her  neck,  asking me do I still want to take piano lessons from her!

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Writing – 101:Why do you write

Today, tell us why do you write?

Set a timer and free-write for 15 or 30 minutes without stopping. Begin your post with “I write because or start it any other way you wish.

I’ve never asked this question why do I write? Now that the question appears before me I wonder, why do I write?

Writing has opened doors for me that were in my mind closed. I’m able to write about my likes and dislikes. My childhood which was the best years of my life. Where we were a happy family, we were contented with everything we had. We did not ask anymore, satisfaction was the keyword in our lives .

Suddenly it all changed, we saw and understood,life was not all about happiness, we must make room or get used to dark unhappy days. Writing gives me the avenue to vent. I know and hope others will read about me and make sense of my personality, why I’ve  become  so quiet, why I take no interest in laughter and good times.

I’ve tasted all of that and thought I’ll always be happy, but it was taken away from n me on a bright sunny morning,when my Dad took his last breath. Before this incidence I thought happiness is forever.

The words of my,”Moral Science Book ” still haunts me, “man can be happy to some extent but cannot attain perfect happiness.”

Little did I realize nothing is permanent in this life, everything is temporary, it is this thought that scares me, I’m scared to be too happy, knowing that tomorrow I won’t be.

I write because I’m free to express myself. There are so many things I can write about,which I won’t be able to do when I am with my friends. They may not like when I talk only about myself.

I can write more,but now I think this is all for today.

I’m happy to be a part of the writing 101 participants. My best wishes to each and every one of you. Thank you for reading my thoughts about ,Why Do I Write?

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